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, C+ ?$ K; n3 Y( l; u: OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 t+ ^. J$ N3 [1 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L! }' K* ]- y# |' j$ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 R0 r! T" {2 R! h a9 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 j1 W* c/ c( z3 T' |* O2 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ?* q6 r6 a! Y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ c A$ ^4 k* I6 e+ G" a
How you tried to set them free,
6 }2 b; J5 M: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 k/ x; k1 I/ w4 R" Y' m$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! b- e6 r4 O* z, I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" h2 r- \+ O! J/ z% _$ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& s& o! f- R3 P9 M3 c7 J/ y. KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + {6 o) u# m, h) ?
" m2 A6 Z% P. v& L7 x1 N9 n! xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * v$ I8 X# ]4 ^) D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& D" j7 Z' r+ W; `# f4 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o% g6 T: I' d4 k1 x3 z, Q* ^; y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% m, S, n6 D$ s3 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( @9 D' d; Z- G! nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 k* H6 l* e, d3 M) a- K6 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " T1 V' {6 A4 H3 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : j6 ?4 ]1 ^! e2 p/ Q; ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 |; e+ G6 Y# V4 J" k$ P! C
) T- ^; H, k. r; ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 v: ~# ^" n9 u& z# Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% g8 Z6 {1 S/ i, K4 E* [How you tried to set them free,
( V$ W4 E. r. B! Y5 f& R- z1 x0 d6 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 @- d9 q& B1 C h0 C, p: X! d
Perhaps they never will. |
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