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5 W' A' ]; l: f* E; l8 c! Z- eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 q8 a; e8 z7 G8 S& F2 n" k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. o& \1 I" ]* F; p6 r4 E& @0 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 o8 Z( k; F5 Q* x% E% LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 N& r( W C( c* G+ U, @! v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 u& _6 M5 S) l H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( s Q4 Y" ~2 j, ^5 m& lHow you tried to set them free, ' b- N; ]7 m, l m, U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 x \0 ^+ G+ R. R8 }1 e0 I# v* I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 I7 Q1 p- [$ P' Y5 a3 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 k: _4 e, _; S/ d9 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' n0 i. s) [" _+ u$ P( R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * V5 u5 \ h: h! R X* P: A
7 Z' ^( a2 N( r+ y1 ~: ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 n' C" g$ _- i u4 ~$ z) J+ a4 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 Z: A) [; F$ p% F9 c- L4 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. P; o/ K2 y0 I a4 F0 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 c) [: K2 Z: U. l5 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* r# p: U1 M- ^' b4 Y vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, m0 Y/ f. {, k+ G% j/ Q% p1 _8 D3 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W7 L/ e& e, y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& l: E! J( ~/ q% T6 R4 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , \ k# O( q1 u ^8 t4 [% D4 x' z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - D; F- E7 s4 i2 W3 R2 b" D9 v8 i; \
How you suffered for you sanity,
& s l1 u8 T& q. R# FHow you tried to set them free,
3 C [5 u- t, C& u* r4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! j; I! H; h( b5 ~- ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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