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' E( @8 e- R" u6 o) wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 j, [+ o5 k' z# c4 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 W) ?0 |: O2 j5 q* `" v' `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% u- F1 Z S) ~, b# Y3 X" G4 I+ tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' ]1 z0 c; Y% v* K ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 I& W* O/ u; Y6 a7 B6 h% N( q
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 l( g# f1 M: N1 @
How you tried to set them free, . X* @ Z& S% j% h, }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! S: X' J' N- S5 m8 B. \0 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & [% V H! s0 v! T0 R9 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 n% ~5 h: o$ U+ X, [/ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; G- Q" P4 P$ W9 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; \6 H1 a2 N5 I" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % `/ Z" m2 D' Y1 V: V* A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 |" h2 \1 K$ H4 X" @4 X0 c! A- C" l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 k/ c1 ^, ~" L& V) BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 f5 R) u5 m# R3 x5 @
H1 f+ k0 n0 R& NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, Q S- W Q, X4 E2 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # @" L9 ] R% r8 k$ R9 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! u# I1 T* O: d: e$ gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 m. I5 q; u' _# P) b
# ~0 q1 w6 S2 t8 E @0 [5 W& ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) \; R- Z4 Q6 p1 oHow you suffered for you sanity,# Q: R. ~9 I( Q! Q! k* [/ G
How you tried to set them free,
- G/ y4 \ h$ f4 l4 Y) n! x6 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ x* Y! g3 {; SPerhaps they never will. |
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