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4 b% u+ q/ n# F* V$ G7 ^0 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 P* B0 M0 }2 y2 z5 z4 Q$ MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % U3 D. \0 c3 x1 `) K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; h# a$ w" u# h( ~, w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ^" v' R# T( a- |' \/ N1 R4 ] V* u8 c8 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 l: t- ?. q+ }+ P+ X9 X" Q1 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
* @ k2 i7 J: [6 X& w2 m9 tHow you tried to set them free, ) z( {: I) k; [: Q( i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# u9 y# H2 O, Y8 N$ D* L, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; K6 E- o9 u0 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. n, d- j" A- p: r% t$ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, C5 }! t* {5 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. D' R w e# a5 o4 q8 b* Z5 _
% @& f3 t4 B+ F2 A, ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! W' j# ^ `! L4 V5 j" t6 d# `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( r( |) B/ \7 _$ |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Q- C' _3 a) d+ oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: U- z* ?, A( b G/ l% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! J) s$ G a0 _& [. w3 k- a& n
. R( V9 V: v% O" L" ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, E! ^7 ]- \+ z1 l. lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. p. @$ V" S# {% S, P- d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - l1 J8 w) f- l* h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ l' V4 r! a0 H3 O |( w2 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 B, U& b- [) f- C
How you suffered for you sanity,) X. v7 O% e9 ]1 N3 K
How you tried to set them free, 3 L, `) R, N( v8 W* P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! P+ U, q6 J! i* K& r( n) lPerhaps they never will. |
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