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0 T: h5 z1 ~1 U2 D- zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 V! }3 o0 v8 G9 H3 @$ f% Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, a2 O/ @/ _4 Q! w$ P! f2 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* x! w6 Q9 ] [9 Y! f. L( z$ ?8 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : m! w: d# c% v& Q- Y, E7 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, {7 k, t1 y% l7 X, R( K- Q% t* X1 i! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
! n' M$ v* {6 L: DHow you tried to set them free,
" f2 R* Z9 f+ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Z8 ?9 ^# r( V! T5 g( F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O8 R; H. f! m& k7 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( e$ @& I9 Y x. V" j2 g7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) M: E5 d* Q/ U, `, y4 \6 P/ HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / _3 e7 s) ~9 V: i: t* w% j
1 x$ J. e5 p% J" b# F' C XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- T& ^( N0 s/ w+ c* I5 h C& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . {3 _$ n9 _; d. _3 P$ \7 |: W' ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! T( t! @& r: z( S* F9 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 L/ U! M; ]( [7 U3 _8 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; P. F& X1 z" x6 C0 ?9 F& j8 _
" |9 O* W& n5 ~5 m8 ^! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g/ Z5 ?) {5 e; a: }1 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 R% ~5 d9 g6 }5 d/ PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 C. V& T+ q! J; s: \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. n; M5 K8 G. u/ R, W; I/ J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & w$ @) `. D9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
* V2 Y& X5 _9 B2 ?4 RHow you tried to set them free,
6 d1 w5 c( Z: d0 \6 `They would not listen they're not listening still, : z1 J1 j; f. ?. ^5 ^& F
Perhaps they never will. |
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