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0 W9 f) c* a) P) {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
n3 `& r c4 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - d1 |: m8 u# U+ V8 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S5 O/ k' R; \% X+ O* J& f) j& vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 d6 F# s, _* X: z* u( K! @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. }; J3 ]. D- B9 Y5 C) O/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~ x# }+ T2 u6 q0 yHow you tried to set them free,
7 b9 U" B! l7 ]+ ]1 {5 E/ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ L3 Q* U+ s1 t( g- Q' ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ]" r& m" V f0 P3 D7 Y4 S3 G0 a0 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 q$ u" r; t/ n4 P6 I- K& w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % C! {; l* c- J6 j7 \7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 e. O8 c: q3 U
& o' L0 ] c( O' w7 J; D0 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 R9 W7 d/ T4 K1 g9 C7 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + r% w# _/ ]5 g" d6 J8 J' X6 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ N9 B* H# L% [# t1 V: l8 G. L$ B0 s. TBut I could have told you, Vincent, O i/ N% m! i8 D1 K" O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 y1 k0 t; o8 \# i- [6 i4 V
+ T1 G' E5 N& l0 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ S' X, s% j' sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ o. @. z, W' s9 V1 G; T6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; v4 [9 J/ n9 C3 Y) \( i9 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?/ ^# @. K3 B' x \
How you suffered for you sanity,
F- Z o: w* B3 N5 G* ^, |+ `' hHow you tried to set them free, " y( l" T; D: N* @6 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 F) v3 J+ Y/ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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