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- o# V( `/ z0 Y1 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: K) @* a4 s/ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ~, U# ]8 u' E# O D; h1 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, d- C' r! [& \9 p8 I F0 j2 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . h$ F, S+ Z0 d. @" D$ j5 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" V/ S- s5 m% PHow you suffered for you sanity,
. [3 I1 m; U( Y+ t5 `2 t3 _6 {How you tried to set them free, 3 i' q7 A! F# i6 m% s/ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ F; B. m) m/ O# W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ]3 l$ q" `7 h: C4 l7 ~: c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 u& \" { q7 Y& GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , }* t, K" e5 e$ t0 F. ?8 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z/ R+ D! U1 b5 C6 u
& l$ C+ V' }6 G$ I7 ?8 M1 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 m: d' ]: }! {* S# s% _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 Y8 m. V( M$ T2 f' r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 I- x* \1 T9 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 c: `: X( {! E5 W9 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % |/ J/ w5 b+ M* j8 n/ E
! ?0 Y& w `2 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 Z. d* [' c$ F) Y+ qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* @- o7 S2 @9 \. }# H) {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 {$ B" o+ K8 R; zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O/ x5 }, Q& H T! z, z1 Y$ w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 p s, H: C$ l0 O8 ]' THow you suffered for you sanity,
4 s* y& Z7 K I8 C' y' \5 B$ NHow you tried to set them free,
% F- R; w6 N; z0 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- _7 \6 C3 u/ j) e0 I% Z" D+ bPerhaps they never will. |
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