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4 l4 B9 ]* u/ J6 q: a- gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' H3 P0 @) X7 y/ k- p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( h: c. o) {& R& l" E4 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 P0 Z* x' i0 v0 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ x: {8 a& ]6 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 \" J+ t8 j4 i( c
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 z" Z. B# ~5 G1 X, u; j) P/ JHow you tried to set them free, 7 ?; |9 ~! ^/ [' Q! X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 O) i# [. \ }1 E* LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! f$ |$ ?5 g$ [* ~7 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: R( s$ d( h) x$ c; Z% n" \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 _" ^8 Z4 \9 m/ J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / V% K9 a! j0 K- g/ y
/ B, }. \8 Q% D9 L! wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ p8 P$ @! s, f# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 i' p: Y+ x0 J' \You took your life as lovers ofter do, : D6 }* B: O+ w: J) W6 N6 [9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, o6 Y {. ^1 a& S5 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # T- U% i, T$ n$ @1 r. h# X
& ?% _4 n; R8 ?9 Z* ` BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% i9 C6 u/ h, Q% S U3 Q rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ^* u4 u& o& H$ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . c9 B1 w7 v3 x4 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , N4 L. f* t" N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ?9 m- ^& g5 Z3 a) @# OHow you suffered for you sanity,! J- @/ U- G2 c) J) X
How you tried to set them free, 5 [6 `) x8 a, Z& N! k% Y4 q/ u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& T0 d; {/ d" @! y5 W" x3 gPerhaps they never will. |
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