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' T' F4 G/ r* D5 K$ k. O TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 u- J- d+ N" U* v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 A3 L# y% W0 p/ k; t! x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, w3 B P( a1 @. r$ t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 a) C( u3 a; ]! O7 V+ ]/ z: PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 i/ c. _( x, s* XHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 O2 }# H) o. a. eHow you tried to set them free, 7 ~. p) B: |9 \- H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 q, \( T: o( ?* SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Q; Q. z1 Q: S: m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 c: u, @1 U- Z- y* a/ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# N! e2 Z2 L3 x$ SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( i+ c# N+ z7 k
6 r% G* c% w/ z8 F; [" n; S `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 U8 x# K; g+ I# ~4 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ]$ N( ^4 _0 \/ m. i' x0 c8 k* ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 }5 k O6 e5 l: z: J& v( X8 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' Q. G2 H0 o& E/ I2 u4 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 }3 v9 [4 W8 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g/ n1 E# a, l( M6 K* K: H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & \ u' S0 b3 l5 K% V* A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 D2 w" x7 B) c. K) c( q( m
% B: R& V5 D+ a3 Q. INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& d- W# H% o1 y8 U& p. Z" YHow you suffered for you sanity,4 ~7 [4 a1 r- Z P0 }" y0 Y) N6 D
How you tried to set them free, & b1 ~, _9 ]- d: A5 p$ c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" W! V6 B' {: mPerhaps they never will. |
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