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+ `; q1 \3 T6 l( n$ j2 Q. `4 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: _2 B# s0 I* n8 r7 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! U( h. P) H9 m& V$ S" wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; y) m4 T/ M$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 E+ t/ t% q( F8 Q/ Q2 Z( g7 {5 _% N! P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 l/ n2 k3 ~$ b& ?0 ?& h9 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ~& O1 n1 w7 ^7 u. j: U! B& r* ?How you tried to set them free, 5 ]+ y; K4 S/ c' Z; E+ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ k, i0 v3 P; ]# X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ e, o% [/ L% F& l# q* ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 |( s$ l7 ?! p) v4 Q% \7 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 a+ t3 p% p/ {3 O( ^% l- H" nWeathered 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,
" E7 o, S" n# ^- `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ^' m1 I) l: q9 c6 z# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 S. o& \- ]0 C/ o8 j+ _: d2 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, " `* |1 Y( I, O; J5 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , v' T5 U7 _/ h7 X
. t( H- a+ R, [, W6 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Q+ l3 r! B6 q1 X# T( I9 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
M& U, O- K* z( U0 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c1 l; E, U4 M1 _8 L; y5 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 D c. K( I ]+ e8 P1 l9 B
- x2 B) E E4 c# ]1 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 W/ J7 G; A) @* d7 f* M1 M6 Q# m6 W2 sHow you suffered for you sanity,, X4 a1 I7 x$ h( c* G" R: e0 ^
How you tried to set them free,
_/ J* L+ H- e) Y+ s# B, ?They would not listen they're not listening still, ! t' L/ W- j( M; X
Perhaps they never will. |
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