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- k) l1 |5 ?6 s" R2 V( d, H6 w0 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" U, z% Q2 N- P% h0 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) b; P! ?8 O6 e' F: a6 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 L8 c+ m$ m- PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 m8 M! n5 ?/ ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; o2 V% J$ X" m& Q; N( |* \4 Q$ XHow you suffered for you sanity, * d ^) s: S$ k6 v: M" {
How you tried to set them free, & Y' l6 b6 C1 h% M/ M% M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' S) }, O, u7 m! ~8 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 b! M+ `# n* v' Q& ?4 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* r6 ]; ~3 T) G3 K/ p, _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : b8 f) K- m' L9 d; b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; n# {7 D& i; i8 [
* u3 }* d6 b. J& v% q9 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 d( ]# j9 @9 Z! E ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 `/ Z5 g1 O$ `: z: y# w/ \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ?0 M/ W% ^; y( w9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% ?7 C1 {# S$ f: ^; |2 u3 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 B. f4 o# g0 G" D- z! E9 t. u
) D# M6 N: w: @' cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 w$ m8 ?$ T" I/ x! Y# V6 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 Q+ L. Q9 |/ D/ A6 S+ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , c% Y. r; t2 [$ h3 F8 n1 O2 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% y* ~2 g9 q7 Y1 K- B o5 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ p( p6 u+ H4 }+ c& G, ~6 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 V) Z7 B: g) ~% u; DHow you tried to set them free,
$ w3 q* V& ^6 x1 g* ^5 p8 I1 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" M9 \6 Y: h- x) O# y2 lPerhaps they never will. |
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