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$ s5 \7 _0 M" A4 Q( CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 T8 E& [* S2 p9 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 `! d0 `) Z$ {7 z5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, k |5 J9 ]# v! `" W/ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 r3 i; l9 U) @% h( ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& e2 p- S& @6 N& Q* T* i; oHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 N) v9 ]* g8 s& j0 m! Y
How you tried to set them free, 8 D' O; E- G4 h( O/ I$ J8 P+ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# _. J/ i; J7 W% {. ~+ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" P% t2 U" \) Q* {' ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* V4 |* B" y, o* f3 t. e3 l' wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ~9 Y2 G0 v+ o9 ^: B- q& KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 v0 m$ X0 k; W# R; R
$ g9 n# b( V( o/ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % m' |( V: z H q7 m8 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 f5 U& L+ }; _* `; JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " w& f e& I& o0 j( O- @
But I could have told you, Vincent, . M2 F& P- e( g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' J1 Y2 W4 p x+ [3 G
. \+ L6 b* h7 ` FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) j1 |! ^$ F; s6 g4 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( J: n# P3 e* N% p8 t' X( t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 S; j" L. @( n3 o- H7 w- v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 B6 y6 P4 ]+ J+ E+ s% E+ C/ |2 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 [: }" d2 F* E; AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 x% \! U6 n3 M' A2 GHow you tried to set them free, # ?' t; g6 ~9 p! p( ~# U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' }% p( n- h+ }Perhaps they never will. |
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