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, N$ |1 k+ E" oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( X2 F& s4 m( J# W' @- M9 ]) e+ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 U7 l3 l' e8 f) p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," i" H% D' ?9 C! J, F6 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ y, i* v+ z& b: [- j( \6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ K+ C% m- s4 }% ?How you suffered for you sanity, 9 J i% @1 f; T' O4 ?4 `+ h: F! i
How you tried to set them free, ( l4 Q. N6 f& m q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : B" i% u) ]$ B5 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 k1 e$ `6 c( ^" O3 m4 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 e# V0 G' p, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 e1 Y% O" Q6 M* G% ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 { H4 h$ g* t r9 i' q
) k+ j! w, e8 b/ W% Q! d/ ]- |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 W1 Y2 j. L& U7 I, k. v9 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 m, d% p. B5 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 }' i8 j0 Q' r7 |: DBut I could have told you, Vincent, % Y# N' ]2 |) `& `% I& ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' b; u: ~/ j5 U0 S$ X
6 c& h. r8 {% X. ^' x0 Z# ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - y, D9 b" O4 s( [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 m' o* k% I. `$ B* ~" Y: Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* v' M, t, G6 P9 s7 P' \- QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' y" \- A2 q7 i+ Z5 i5 j k+ b. F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 @5 o* U) u' h, {: S: m/ @) K, vHow you suffered for you sanity,
% Y+ t$ c0 ]4 i6 P* tHow you tried to set them free, . k/ `9 n- i% w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# g1 V6 `. x0 R8 r7 J5 j# y) SPerhaps they never will. |
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