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0 h8 {7 L3 J) a# [. Z+ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ?+ j# F, ~3 b7 Q0 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 @# J# n% S- |! I. ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( H* a& _. p7 f- ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ^) r& r Y! [8 ^7 [7 G5 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 w4 P/ y& i, b# b1 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 C) u+ E% A! L) K3 K
How you tried to set them free, * p5 U, e" I/ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ D' [1 G2 A( O. AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) j4 O- k0 v( ~$ Z# QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : w/ `4 t8 ]2 U. w( g2 v4 j r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 O# I! h$ V6 g# {) y8 h4 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 b8 V( }1 h' f
U% |; h1 e! e) SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ G8 z1 @7 y9 `6 F0 @. J; V9 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: k2 s. S+ I9 f% qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ L. g0 `3 e# E7 z$ L; w+ x- |
But I could have told you, Vincent, & T; O8 J0 |# t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % N9 Y/ F X4 ?! [/ J7 A8 ?% x
# q) O/ u; [) ]: j6 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 [" I- ?3 M( f' `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. y5 d/ q* `6 G# {9 i6 a* w' yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + P2 G1 u2 v, X' r! Y5 h1 p. j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! e8 V7 X3 s: Z2 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; O+ K/ g- f' {+ D& r6 U% N
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ~% e* D0 z+ q, w+ k0 V
How you tried to set them free, $ y r3 ~4 g$ @4 H6 H4 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% K# ~) z! [# B7 a' }8 n* G& {Perhaps they never will. |
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