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4 ]) K: w! u; I! pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
f H. ~& G* ^. Y. [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, h; r# x0 m' v+ [0 K' PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 s9 B: ]3 G1 k3 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ z, x7 M# @0 k" I0 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; l& v, F+ M" W. ^3 D+ Z8 `7 K
How you suffered for you sanity, ' V8 f: |& I' U! j9 l% j
How you tried to set them free,
: C5 d2 t: m9 W" e8 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 R! E/ L% ?" @( b0 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, y; \/ D: ~) z2 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 C5 x7 d! W2 \& R5 n7 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, t' q. q2 k& Z4 b7 X ^2 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; y% B9 C0 S) {2 w, s; H$ t
; l7 r1 Q( D% ]8 v7 n. m+ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . f% G2 ]8 `5 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B) \- e! s2 E5 K, _2 O) ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / d/ K5 d& b5 G3 u* H" V" _: O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& W# O1 i4 c; o FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( W' Q2 K1 s D
0 q, |$ Y$ c4 B1 u+ Z5 r( [8 H: x/ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V5 E. C. ~, ?. V, e) j O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 }; C* D5 m( L' S5 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( S$ s8 C4 w: @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 \, M2 I" M* a4 c, s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 ?3 N+ m2 j3 `( ^8 {- J% U
How you suffered for you sanity,
" g7 i$ y+ h* \2 _1 {% vHow you tried to set them free,
8 U6 W Q+ R$ \1 y" CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) ?* |. g: r1 B; }$ _8 R4 Q+ o( Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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