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( [7 e2 c& y0 S8 N; Y& G4 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! |1 G+ b5 k" k5 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. v' i7 P6 z% ]. ^# Z/ F6 J( BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 z3 x: W3 g& ]! B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 W! y; f& N; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
H, H9 x( o& G k; h% X( [$ j' B; }8 THow you suffered for you sanity, & y- @: |; Z! @) k
How you tried to set them free,
* S* q) d0 _- O4 D1 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 I1 v- W% T4 @5 {/ I \0 c6 v0 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 `/ q6 K: |/ z, N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ~! W5 x$ X& t% |9 V; Z3 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( K9 w. b0 @ E+ B" b: C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. L7 i- K$ w+ d6 f, }& Z* v7 D
+ M" v9 a I$ E5 @8 ?3 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + U- T0 K5 q3 p2 u9 X' Y8 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) o6 {$ S! R4 t/ U& h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) e. a( v+ d* k( s1 U$ g' L6 [, MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 _" A+ o: x/ A! e- D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & E3 h D3 }3 s7 \( C: U# F! x' U
5 T4 H0 ^$ J: i, ], lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 \* M- R6 l. Q! T8 ^1 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ^: j: m7 T0 F* O2 l% b/ i) j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 N0 o/ ?$ K! M: Y# D7 S) U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . Y9 }4 k) M2 T4 G a" X |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* o! D& b0 I% r& q. e0 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
" V6 k" s9 W0 n2 O% B# U6 Z# lHow you tried to set them free,
9 s/ A5 q# z- N( v k6 F- NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 l3 m* V; w* q2 L4 p+ ~8 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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