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$ ]4 t8 @' @ X# \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * C: ~/ G. W9 ?# t* I) i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" l' t) {9 \* U# u9 O& QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Q2 u! W8 g- s0 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; s, m, M, S( h# KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- |, Q+ S- X8 i+ _; C% W$ W6 p2 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
" }3 b0 T$ \) D q4 D( oHow you tried to set them free, $ N. K4 v( r3 i @7 Y* k) i2 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ I2 R/ s6 E2 w' {" D; QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# ?+ ]5 a, {8 @3 ?1 B( ~5 \# SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# C1 M7 i" J2 m; CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ?% F% @# s% O; t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : V2 `, x/ D" Z3 e; u9 f
4 z( G- V5 [: \2 E) I3 b; eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 c( t' W0 T1 ] }% B5 U6 Y6 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 \( x9 M3 t+ X( ]1 y& s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R. g5 p4 M W. L& z& I5 A5 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, - H+ E6 q' F- V! L) u% T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Q/ W/ u5 K$ N7 `# N$ |4 M; F
2 r, F8 c `5 i) ?0 c9 i/ t0 L) lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, c# _. V5 r/ c) d9 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ]3 V' H3 l3 n8 Q" k. ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. h; M* M F; k5 N, u( {1 p5 t" PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 ?8 @5 b; M/ j- g& s* G; PHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ~. j( w2 Q2 h# R
How you tried to set them free,
( h" _, Q' \2 G( QThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) o3 n. P; `3 L$ ^/ B# w# c# p
Perhaps they never will. |
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