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/ ]3 a9 h+ |5 A9 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 B5 Y' L& h! y4 b) VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ^. x9 @8 {6 n( F0 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, d- v- G2 Q# T* x9 N: g3 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + e8 M- l' h, U0 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 B) |( ?* W( y! |+ hHow you suffered for you sanity, " K6 C6 C8 p& d% d/ b
How you tried to set them free,
! ~' G+ |2 e$ Y# p! I5 x; z# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! i) I4 {8 f& R' N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* e7 g2 @0 n- h" ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) a+ Z: y3 I9 F& nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ]: g7 X8 i$ r( ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / k: W2 D( m( y: C% t- `
- c2 ~0 O' F9 n( k# DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
h3 R! S$ N- ` J# Z! v6 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, F0 _1 o& L4 p/ S5 @8 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 b1 w. m5 }1 d$ |. z5 t* h9 M0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; \8 h- V5 _% H8 i/ nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 E! W' b C5 D0 S2 Y9 t7 H
7 d: ?, Z/ i Q. }" v0 W, }1 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " U% u" }- @% F5 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 L+ M: J. W$ G, C& A9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " F3 b# t9 c. p. l5 y- {0 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 F n$ E4 b: rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # }7 Y4 w9 `) R& P' y. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 T: ^6 v% u) K8 U* A( W4 n% w( VHow you tried to set them free, # X$ z% G+ `7 [" _2 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# D5 ]' p7 ]9 tPerhaps they never will. |
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