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# S8 `" [7 U( o+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 @% e5 a6 ~. ~9 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ `5 v5 z5 g7 |2 F* S! S! H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* J" w$ [; v# n; `3 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 d) d/ B$ J9 h# H4 A5 C4 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 z9 o1 y8 p1 w5 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
! u$ q {4 l( n8 m$ y8 ?How you tried to set them free, ) C8 q& w, A+ K- o5 X/ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' Q' f' `4 O& t- C- G# nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 y/ E- z! }; z& F) V$ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 r2 D+ |$ c( i1 ]. ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) s" p1 w, x4 Q% N: gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , h6 _& e; i1 c- R5 ?# m# Y! A
( e3 z0 A' S; K, }' \+ P% z5 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N$ {) X+ l' x( N* J7 W4 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" [" y* H2 y& ]0 [2 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 L: K7 h' X I: S8 ^: ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 G) B: [; a5 l) N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 D+ L' [' C. g
" [ [, Y! o" I5 d- QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 u4 W, R7 w. a. s. O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 E0 R4 O6 ]0 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& t* {1 ~" `% x1 F8 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 F. `5 W6 C- ~: H+ c- D# G
8 n, ^6 l( g, T; _: JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . E6 ~9 k# h8 F1 R% q+ J* \& R' U
How you suffered for you sanity,2 q$ Q1 @7 ?: p. @) v
How you tried to set them free,
$ A4 m4 u1 S. lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: k& E! U) @$ _6 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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