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- k' i3 z* Z( P; U5 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % A, d" |' f9 T. [$ |2 Z8 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, @/ f; E+ R A2 G7 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 _ D4 S' p9 W7 X( e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) R0 V; n# s" h$ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( ?2 n& v8 u: `/ h3 _4 f1 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
# \2 \; Y* v" E* q: a( {How you tried to set them free, ( C1 p7 K. l' A2 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! d) q2 d; l {5 I- E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% W+ v1 K. b z/ s% ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * o0 w" a3 g3 Z6 f" U3 ]: G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ~5 S. j; K- |; k) X; w7 [* P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; A; _; X4 |' L5 X# V5 t' `, n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 z6 n2 N8 a* @( M, d6 q, G+ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 C t% _/ A9 b: i9 P/ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * H- u% L% n1 `5 Y8 [, O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 H0 r! _, R2 E' U7 ]3 Z$ ?, sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 R5 ?; e" C, t9 ^ Z' Z* c- A
. K `/ a$ K3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
C% Z; d! j& \8 ^$ Y" {. oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 \& B2 H6 C$ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 H' H, E( P' T4 @: G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 C4 b: ~& F) S/ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 y7 Q' l/ O% f5 V9 t1 S2 Z3 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 S' q5 A- ^+ NHow you tried to set them free,
4 v4 p7 T* b3 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, C" I/ v/ s: VPerhaps they never will. |
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