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' X+ M1 M* ~, X% z9 v. X& A+ b H$ e4 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " s* F# K# H6 @9 q" `0 [7 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% n$ B) C: v' EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Q7 Y8 K0 X" N+ GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! G- s6 K- B/ J s* T$ E7 G3 ]' G3 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 p' ~9 y5 G8 z8 XHow you suffered for you sanity, ) u8 d+ q$ E" G4 I* y) ^
How you tried to set them free,
5 S; P- E/ x! }7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . B/ d0 i" w, b# ]1 @$ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 V, A2 G6 Q/ O& x) l s$ y' B+ Z7 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ s2 i1 _" G+ v! A# |$ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O; T' s- W: t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 Y; t. E$ z& k) [% x0 o. G% R: }
, _% J3 K8 x- T; J3 A$ y T& UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , m# {7 X1 ?# i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; \5 r( x% n) [0 Q9 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 S) O; i+ v7 N- I) \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' F" l; z' k+ S3 h' e! U4 s; Q$ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / w# A4 a$ ?7 {; ?7 O
, Q% S- [; {+ o! Q. x# UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Z$ a+ H: m/ i, d% \$ pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; m2 S& B4 s3 P. FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, X. E1 k* j! w- r0 n9 d! r4 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 L* _! ~6 ~; }- Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& A6 c/ @) }) F$ Z% R, l9 K# SHow you suffered for you sanity,
, \" [' e# m, c( e" X& E. Z( lHow you tried to set them free,
$ C& Z1 g N% D. g% w# BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ @' c- N1 A, s& V9 XPerhaps they never will. |
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