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, O e. X# J# W! }! d0 o6 \, FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 T! S# G# n: h& G) `8 ]+ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ]+ |4 h2 e: P& u& l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* _2 a1 q2 w$ ^5 {; E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. O% T6 c5 r* _! {& \! W8 T6 m7 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 k2 U* |5 \ Z. }+ I, {) SHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 b2 L3 J. t. n) u7 T( G
How you tried to set them free,
2 j* U' ]+ x+ g( O: GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 G( k x5 e4 l4 ?9 @4 p2 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , c+ t+ L3 {) B" P6 [. Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 y- i' n2 j% q2 ^0 O! N. @8 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 S; r m2 D' P2 }: z1 O& S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Z2 y1 u2 h8 S& D
7 A1 J; Q6 S$ t( J. m+ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . `% c z4 i& [4 T: V* E- J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ?" ^5 r( f0 |+ F) q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Z1 I# R' `& Z6 h4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 g5 a. X5 W' W- @, }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. J& N8 ^3 A- n( V; h$ t, A
, H( P; H" b2 Q, CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. p* k/ h# T+ _( k9 q* D4 Q) xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {& c+ r0 @: @% m& J1 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( m# P) t3 [, h7 A) HThe 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, ( r( \; T; ` U3 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
* B* A' W k% y) T/ M- KHow you tried to set them free,
' n, s* j0 i1 q7 y7 v% o1 \They would not listen they're not listening still, . P# i" b5 c6 Q. w! p& `8 M* r
Perhaps they never will. |
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