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# B6 _3 Y$ o2 E; Z6 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + w. c0 A. |' h: ^1 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 h5 J! a" L5 \ K' O- {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 N1 Z4 ^1 j5 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - q% E0 f, q7 u5 [/ U1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! x; w4 \3 C8 IHow you suffered for you sanity, ! I$ K2 c. {* v7 D. D& }
How you tried to set them free,
+ _2 N# A8 i$ s. a1 ^. EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 x- G4 C$ N3 L1 C- ]7 s$ f0 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - e& L; a3 @' B, P+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' u: R+ Z) Y: I2 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, v7 V# h/ ~% J( CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 N4 K" _$ h' ^9 y8 o, P; z
$ j) e- H& t" x& n# uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . q# b$ }' S+ N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 `" u+ S2 V8 Y5 O6 t& B$ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 p* @+ X" ]! C+ n% hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 [( `( h) D% `5 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' a! V8 ? q" W# k- b `
3 }' K0 Z8 [0 ?$ S8 e1 R# PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ }6 e$ c5 \- KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 [/ ^* O" Z4 u, ^8 x0 d' Q, hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y7 J5 ^0 E# `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - }* y# Z" D2 A! u k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 q* G, p! A* P6 s4 ^' IHow you suffered for you sanity,
% O0 T9 E/ Y% J9 qHow you tried to set them free,
- r& V8 y4 S. eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 R4 f0 G6 c+ A+ s h6 g( k
Perhaps they never will. |
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