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- N6 {; V: p6 P0 m1 M! NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . F) O# ?8 x8 s7 I, u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 M5 M, ]5 k( v1 N+ F) a" BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- e7 z& {' z( m0 `& B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 _. b j% ~! w( C* r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 E& o: t9 ^9 R8 }, g9 N
How you suffered for you sanity, ; P* K4 ?2 a6 l" ~8 V
How you tried to set them free, 0 _3 E2 }* D1 _1 I0 Y8 T- F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. k" W6 z4 C1 f v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 J# Q5 S2 r; l* R% Z/ O& J) P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: ^0 ~8 ^ }1 a, r, fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 q) M$ D6 N5 W2 R1 z- x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / }% u: |) G8 ~1 R4 v, I
# N! x1 R& p( C) @) FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* {! J- X) q2 j g' u6 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( r4 n9 d+ A% B# y& f8 l2 ?8 U5 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 Z2 k. r& ?, }# f5 A2 R, B0 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 u3 i2 k N; f( b+ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 t2 v: Z- X3 @/ ?4 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! ~6 ]7 [: J7 f" I* Y @ k( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" b3 X$ _+ n% t: Y y5 V4 } g5 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 e8 o3 i1 a3 `5 @1 \; q& h
- [* j' Z% l$ l, m1 S- `- MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, i6 s+ K" V# U8 O7 @# q v7 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
) L3 b9 I* @ q3 `# k% \How you tried to set them free, 6 U) B" R: N2 D2 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 G9 J% G) _; S9 O$ t1 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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