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7 K P3 e# S/ C( @9 ?. tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, [; e6 f1 _6 T( ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ]9 K+ U( z9 v1 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, S5 q2 y; Q4 a: c7 u9 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G# `7 t4 {( W: C+ j( S0 Y$ p7 j9 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: R; P, I, B) Q7 ]2 E/ k/ C
How you suffered for you sanity, |9 y- k* j' V; ^& w
How you tried to set them free, + d7 x% w& M" W7 A3 ^2 T. q% f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ A5 ]0 j! _7 H! H5 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" J7 O$ g& Y& SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ \( Y a, @9 q% Y- w2 ]7 X* r$ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / c& _5 I4 u( R% ^/ y
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,
! D) A$ O+ t) D6 G. F* R: dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , t4 x* s1 \5 X$ |& `% o, @; m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 V, ^" s4 U) m7 r3 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, + b |$ F7 J6 `1 [, r/ P# Q$ @% `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 H- e& Z: H+ Q) v$ Z+ u
4 L) N& s* }" O3 W. p. cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 K# z) Z( {$ H: x/ m& fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- N" u2 I2 K- K2 v+ l/ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 n$ w/ Y* R( d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ l8 T) C5 h$ F7 E; @1 ~
0 C. b4 i! f, VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ^; m3 G+ B5 {) ], E1 e, [5 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
% h/ ~' ?7 I3 G, I; ZHow you tried to set them free,
/ J' v! O( y6 G' OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 I0 ^$ J7 Y: E$ z6 ?( E+ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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