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9 O3 Y( H) p! i" g* ^- cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- `2 L) \8 k' x5 ]. ^9 b) ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . U' \2 [" A2 D( S9 Y8 K; a) h4 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 h k, X( I# M2 O; O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # `' Q: p% b( a, y9 M" K* s# B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; `8 X, M. |1 }6 V6 nHow you suffered for you sanity, * f$ i% E- P: @% Z/ `# @
How you tried to set them free, . {. K7 c2 j7 N: k6 q' S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " D- E5 @; C# w" H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: E# [, N1 P# r5 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 G! w) R# P3 X6 p# v% V |. A. C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 d" \4 z' b2 o: \. t9 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 P! t3 ~& e4 \; w: q) Z
+ h* |4 |! x: O1 r, ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 {' i" o3 c! O3 r0 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' u% q! n i- a r$ h# P( @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' X8 M- M8 J& R+ w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 n- i E& C& F" |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + z$ M* S/ Q; t- R; |* x: s) T, m
+ r0 H/ \+ E L# t& |# j( r* f/ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ k3 Y! U3 B3 `) k8 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t7 Q2 s1 J' z- c% z6 z2 @% fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z" h+ ~# i9 h; p3 n6 R1 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + s+ o' E/ y! q, I6 j4 [
+ y5 T- I4 b6 U- SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, U& f5 F# N' XHow you suffered for you sanity,- Z* Q4 m$ N8 p# s% s- F
How you tried to set them free, , Z2 r! P- F' c1 c2 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 [# i6 q0 C8 ?' ~. T; z2 VPerhaps they never will. |
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