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2 d8 `1 f) ^7 j( {: Y5 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" F9 F) ^, [* ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % z/ m! a1 p9 I. B! K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ^; I2 ^# ]! C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' y, u) b( P+ K* z, iNow I understand what you tried to say to me, M' u. {# q/ l( ^" r
How you suffered for you sanity, + m$ | O F$ F! ]: L
How you tried to set them free,
* ? M$ K6 K! Z7 v a$ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 x3 m8 `0 `6 J" z! eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: y; q! N/ {- g8 k) Y+ P5 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 n/ n' P7 G9 d8 {, s. P7 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 l m \3 n" I6 A# `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 g: x# J* W* C. E- B; U, H& r+ J
3 P5 n) ?4 i( T& }# F# _& JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 O8 u1 l- e( V2 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 I& U! I" ]+ o |* K. ]7 p" gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i$ F# M' P# i) C w: FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- H% w% C7 _: tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 H0 n5 P6 V# b/ l- q$ j: \$ W i p; |
3 ]% ?, H; P8 R. a- g; c5 p4 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 j G h2 q- ]7 w2 B+ T( _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Q; E8 r" K, J" y B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 G1 s `9 c# W0 A5 A. u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * G' b3 S; I4 B- U" m8 X* h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 j0 C6 G4 r0 M" F" a
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 {& w: t( @+ f4 K! _How you tried to set them free, : _: F" Z w' F3 `- z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( Y- e% w' E" K* @
Perhaps they never will. |
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