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6 t0 P% I6 O* A1 Q9 s8 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 H: f! T$ e2 j6 O! rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / F! d* D U) u3 q1 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 c& V6 R: J4 `' [0 l ~( Q, K$ o cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' Q5 @) t0 E, d7 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) W5 E0 Y& M. U/ z8 p& LHow you suffered for you sanity, ( h8 A2 t/ m4 S) z
How you tried to set them free, - d" X1 h8 c0 i$ S+ Y3 K2 i; d. T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ? _2 ?: w2 e" z, m2 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( t/ y$ {1 V9 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 H% a8 I$ D, m* r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - e. ?# M6 c' I% \+ X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 O% S3 Y; a7 r7 Z
6 m, ?! {+ }* m# E* @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ?6 Y: A( l: B' m' e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; f- D& U2 M) _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' E; [3 ^8 ~& k+ t) S8 u# F# F& T: @But I could have told you, Vincent, ! `* @5 {$ |4 w3 h( M1 k% p: g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % X! I; t) c. k1 K2 K' w
7 A$ U5 k3 K5 ?& y' ^( q% UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# I: S M, ]. `+ p$ n, J/ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + J" @1 `4 L0 i6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 X6 ^$ i% I1 C, q+ s4 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 d1 E5 D: P6 A3 w/ K# V3 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % C: e9 b9 R4 L, ?/ n# e% g
How you suffered for you sanity,) w" v6 A2 ]& M
How you tried to set them free,
4 B) C. p: j% s4 T0 R- H5 y9 W' X, L3 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, B) G# D( p5 _9 K9 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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