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9 x/ G" ~/ c0 w+ gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ W K7 {0 e6 V. t3 d% @$ _3 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
a" E; ]1 |5 [2 T7 U2 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! L; q* N+ K3 X# K( A9 P; s3 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " a. Z) J% v" a. K' r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 L6 e% [* Z7 a" F& \9 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 _5 P1 w6 t# B; x' t2 W+ o0 EHow you tried to set them free, , \$ ?; E q# ]" Q# }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 E5 K" X0 e6 ` a( D% M# p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 \, z' y6 h" `$ A& k( }. Z- |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! R7 T* i$ r2 x% ?' H& ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + M- D/ Q! x: M: F3 t8 {* S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ]4 @& k f/ s; ?& B- W
( V s1 v+ b$ x, ~* W5 [* pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& U" x0 I/ m8 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Z' g* Q( j6 C V7 C3 W2 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ]' f# ?6 C4 V5 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, * o, q2 G+ h* l0 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ]2 V* J9 G( k; E5 h$ {& O- G0 r
$ E( Y& P. u' ^1 r# e* `: X" u9 D; ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 m- L+ @2 E9 q: s! aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 m7 V4 @' ^: A! K4 X( d, t, @& z8 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) y T2 E* l. E b8 S5 g0 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, R1 b' V4 R8 Z% uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 t. t. j! k9 s0 m. j J2 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 S- Y( H1 f; D/ iHow you tried to set them free,
5 Y! j5 w' o- x/ ?+ d7 {+ i, MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 @8 V) M7 z7 k: l" O/ ~4 o' ?5 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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