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$ @ U/ g/ t6 E, `+ IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: F2 ~$ z' n: r+ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , i6 M7 r2 `' |2 v; P& F8 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 c! ?% S' E& \) v( ^1 H8 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 f( `- G6 M& E) @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% `. ~& n6 T4 Z$ c& W
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 b$ B5 ]( w! FHow you tried to set them free, ! j3 b2 V" G. Z( @' u) A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
e/ k0 g7 W' V# T6 l5 V) s YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 @# R% _- ?# M3 J, F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 H& g3 Z: U T9 P3 q, A$ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 P# W: v4 X6 o8 \& A) m' F; ^4 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 L$ M% r k. E4 _1 {0 W0 j
' z t+ v" t8 L; Z- hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ c4 ]5 Q! o- b$ V: SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 b) a( h4 r+ |2 Y4 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( [2 s5 X4 x" g& E9 y2 V) C. A- E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. k% k6 ^! B& rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ^" |5 |. O$ b4 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 e# J$ |" R" HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + q# N, ~& i+ j& U! e( ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & `7 i' B! U7 f- M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 {5 p& i9 Y4 X. E
How you suffered for you sanity,4 e6 _' Q( N c* ~1 {& f
How you tried to set them free,
$ u7 X+ t7 _, {& e+ q1 O8 EThey would not listen they're not listening still, - n5 Q: I$ P$ i" g6 n1 Z) T$ l- _$ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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