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( I/ l; ]5 ~" n* \/ g* q q9 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " l1 C8 U0 p6 @) \% |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B1 q7 Z* T8 J: E4 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B* w9 S; F+ O- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- d' h9 i! z2 T6 O" GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q6 R6 x" ~4 H* s( C- rHow you suffered for you sanity, % j% M! O) h0 b6 x: W9 ~
How you tried to set them free,
Y; O8 K2 Z$ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' H8 |$ f! ]/ ?4 ?3 }% s* l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 }6 @; n: G: u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 b# t2 E' B% S, n/ V/ ]. c0 f z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 j, I, L# n/ N* Z. n+ M) N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - y( C5 r+ e0 y0 t" K/ p; T
3 ^ f/ [) k5 X: v$ v( xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* v! s9 Y7 t* ?* U! U. I8 C5 T9 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 k$ Q2 C8 T: I' q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / C6 j8 ?/ @- J& Q& {; Q/ W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, [- i5 v1 e9 e6 Q- H) zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ p2 U- w! M4 f) D
3 W- r) \1 p$ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# G% V! e2 l. uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * `4 ?+ `; Y6 M% [4 S" [1 O5 ^. {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 |1 e) C. {' Z# C: w. v
The 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, / A9 k& y* X* e. R
How you suffered for you sanity,0 d% B' j, r1 a* o) L
How you tried to set them free,
+ b) I) q5 U6 x8 r) NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 y* K3 g$ K# V* f& F2 P3 xPerhaps they never will. |
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