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/ Q) ^# R, G1 m% X/ w4 M7 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% M# l6 P6 i: Y* l- ~& ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 l T( e7 k; h( J' [9 ?) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 g/ G% ~- ?% g* X) I. J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; o' ], r' q' c& `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Q* k5 n$ _$ `1 N' [2 q: @
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y$ s- P' ?" j r: w% b9 {How you tried to set them free,
. R1 b! N6 w; Q5 _# ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Y, f: E% ]; y# `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 i5 e- u& O# [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! K! v5 g9 w! k- { Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s8 u; v1 R8 D6 ~8 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 T4 J, R" d) K% A! w" f* p
6 ]# d0 B, z/ m# {8 G9 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ w: ^ c/ m1 o. LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 g- k: ^; ~1 v* k( A7 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* r3 i, w) I3 N6 N& ~/ j3 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! A' Q) ~2 Z( N7 R6 E5 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . W4 d; G. ?5 [
, `7 `2 Q3 X2 {0 [' n& ^ p mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; {/ G4 N# y5 ^+ j+ R/ Z( }$ a$ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. S: @0 x. {1 c% \. A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, N3 F8 x9 b! O7 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + E6 {# c$ `, F: |$ R. ?% v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, Z* d* A( w* [5 v; a0 I5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,1 b O" C( C. t8 D8 O* ?
How you tried to set them free, 6 U- ^- r. O# a/ B, w
They would not listen they're not listening still, " k0 O l; R. B
Perhaps they never will. |
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