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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # U5 f+ k7 s" U( T* a3 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . `! f& `* l# O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 w0 i2 W3 a: ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ], Y/ x/ o% Y* aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) r3 \) i6 G3 L3 K8 X
How you suffered for you sanity, - J4 t1 t$ \$ d0 T3 j* _
How you tried to set them free, 3 v1 i" ?; s9 l. [0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* h2 g6 [5 X0 T. xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 t+ g: h/ C7 z, U: [: S3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # D( Q k% D( V( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ V1 \3 Z" d9 i, ]. N4 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " a2 g, j7 z5 c5 s5 h) u
) p7 p. |# V1 A9 m* J. e$ [5 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . j0 m1 S! L" o( f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! E( P% J( Z$ L; dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o3 `0 m. B8 ~' R. s& @: Z/ bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ f1 r: f9 w: O0 ]' b' CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! K# x, k( P: Y" `* {7 ?/ j
. B& F; [# Y4 `8 v+ }! A0 e" WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , j/ |4 N( _ a1 H. @3 V* b- \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - }; j ~9 D" @! {* r, {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ~% C6 `2 n+ e4 `6 a8 i( bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 u& A2 @5 Z2 v5 h- z* H Z8 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 O; V) A- c. I
How you suffered for you sanity,' \) H( O$ C5 }) b' }; \' X
How you tried to set them free, - o& C7 f1 }) B5 R2 X+ u/ c' K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 y6 R- D- Y5 m) F4 lPerhaps they never will. |
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