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3 s$ w! [5 F: U4 a/ Z/ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % a6 D( n4 P% ?' X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 \, u, R" V" V; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% @. D# n$ W6 F- @7 `- P: HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( N( h( D- s1 D; hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y1 ~# b* q8 X R
How you suffered for you sanity, - h: c3 q( c+ G# T" k
How you tried to set them free,
* r7 u0 b# A- [' CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 @% }- a' e; K) O& B) Q& c4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 @; e& t& [5 _; W9 L+ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( J! K7 {8 e9 |8 A3 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : W6 j4 R" M) d$ C$ j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * }% E. x+ q9 C& W
9 z' e! a7 e. z3 n$ I# s" c9 v ?7 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 b; P! O X5 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 ` o3 J0 m) p0 Z( n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
x$ u# W; ~5 \0 Q% z. p5 f$ K7 u% {But I could have told you, Vincent,
: P2 ?( U$ w6 h: M: f' iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # `# D0 g' k' ^
3 `/ l6 G/ B2 _9 Z9 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : S" P" Z: e$ k O& \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # F* M$ ^6 R! Q0 T) L8 L+ z, d9 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( e( d# {' Z6 w7 W o6 H2 p$ N- m5 nThe 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,
! | _4 f5 {* l' V# FHow you suffered for you sanity,/ u1 G: u2 E, ^$ \) Z
How you tried to set them free,
% v( i& q8 v) [9 X- D. M6 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q8 D& [8 s9 i) K4 X6 `# FPerhaps they never will. |
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