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' X; S' `) V: l I" C, jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # F6 K$ o' p: }$ @1 H! N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 G8 |8 q2 u5 [- t# L8 Z5 L. JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
K K4 c( r# {( c1 V% XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 v" f4 C: R" dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ H2 W' y6 f8 }* iHow you suffered for you sanity,
: f2 W5 m4 d, ~ t) h9 y4 uHow you tried to set them free,
1 e* V. J, v1 @! o! E: I' VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& Y6 o- c( `# q* X: q9 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 b! S* s: _7 c8 ^% M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" E; Z9 t1 t: F% {; \& T$ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 b( X/ ~9 G: M/ ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 m. G+ ^7 I1 a& R% ]& O+ [9 l( Q
/ o% Y/ U' ~ e) y7 }3 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 g! o0 D( R3 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 V; L8 a1 h; f/ q% M7 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + f8 ~; s& O' B q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 `! |3 G1 v% w2 }2 a6 X7 D. tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 L5 ?# V3 i/ Z5 R+ A* r# i% T% _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 u6 X' z+ J" h x. r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
p, C r; E" v6 E7 ]6 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% d! m* G' a8 C* }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : y5 n( [, z' z. q
9 s; u% ?- S: |5 b* f+ q5 A% A* `2 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 [) Q3 n) v* n1 K% S _
How you suffered for you sanity,' P! a8 X) x- p4 W$ }
How you tried to set them free,
) y+ g/ [$ {2 w/ n4 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - x; {, {+ Z9 g* @! l
Perhaps they never will. |
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