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9 H( Q. H9 G6 ]4 r3 K' D* j1 H9 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J6 ~& K3 t2 [9 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - N& U2 L" Y# l0 [* x5 D: U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 Q& [5 V( h" v( B4 M. p/ A5 [* }& M& mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 R7 }; ~. ^5 @, H: n' f9 {/ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i7 W @2 [8 @3 h4 m! SHow you suffered for you sanity, ! I! M, m. u; `$ x0 H7 |
How you tried to set them free, 0 D4 \- o+ }. {" T0 w+ I! e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( `6 \1 }! f. I( ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ]% k+ b! q" v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 I+ |8 u% R$ W/ g& MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ b$ ^; F9 u. d2 s1 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 N$ k; I( r+ c! X4 r/ X% Z% W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ~+ t* G; C8 t/ O/ P: \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ I1 r& l- B* L1 O3 E& U! [* q* i/ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) r1 v( y' z* D( a# M
But I could have told you, Vincent, - h$ v% B# Z# h8 h! B7 @; X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ E1 p9 H" o5 W$ R- i- i
% u) m4 n) `9 s& M S8 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( _4 x7 |) d, I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) H, `4 D" B& \1 O9 r6 J T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 Z4 M6 p/ e" m0 M* }! v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + C. |# p% r5 f- a5 t
# `8 N1 N: A7 G5 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y5 e& [- V4 P6 J3 N* dHow you suffered for you sanity,
% O- o8 z% U5 b; I# BHow you tried to set them free, 1 \% u9 d; X& s
They would not listen they're not listening still, " z9 B) d4 K) R1 L5 F* x
Perhaps they never will. |
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