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- [) ?) ]5 o" IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : }* E: Z f" z# y% K2 Q8 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / N% I3 ^" S8 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 _% \9 _! \' v" _- Z" t, }( K$ s* s0 @. ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . \7 V" S" i( T# c" w& W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 o$ y2 U F( k0 W- b' f/ A, D
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ f! I: g/ d' vHow you tried to set them free,
+ s1 n' `# | X9 g+ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 T: O% X, F# X- s! FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 q- S8 y% K; J3 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ i" K, r! e3 y7 @ V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z" ^6 q' ]" d; I, ? a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ~* L+ [: I% A+ p: `
6 L9 s" i s3 |' `1 E9 m8 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p6 c; z' Y, k7 \" F, S: l# o8 }! pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 G, c" }$ {" R4 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, * B. x/ u9 x' D, _5 Y/ \7 H8 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, o, h0 N( g& j2 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' b+ W* E9 z/ L( R8 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & A/ I! J9 W" L5 X6 S- N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ p4 a* B* b+ ^1 ^" a" VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) a+ I5 R+ }' ^' y$ [ P, d
How you suffered for you sanity,
T [3 |4 @4 A/ r2 k t2 G {0 {How you tried to set them free, % x% {/ d3 \2 d6 [ ]) y9 S0 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 U& D; v0 M9 t( c1 w3 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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