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* n$ c" l( x& Q+ F' TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 r i, |& d: d/ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 n% t. F8 R/ M1 @* O$ q, ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 R! P6 J- O( g5 I# ]4 @- B lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' Y. ~: o. W$ |+ w( ? T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% @/ y; x- b3 | _! i
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 r6 L7 M3 `: v+ IHow you tried to set them free, . N% c* |% @1 h5 Z% r4 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # i) ]3 o: g0 {" I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ], I! e, o2 O, u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% |1 P# A: p. r4 ]$ U# @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" t ~( @. C! M) @# W ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! L; ?7 S' Y- B5 h2 H) J
8 E" T6 j7 l- @' a# O3 b4 u$ iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
w: ^+ S$ S8 x* b; DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) c' c3 R4 l# D! m5 f3 U$ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' M- d" F9 Q7 e0 S" S+ WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 m- Q: p0 d" CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 v/ M+ u; _' z2 ^) g3 h
2 f' M* z8 {* t# a! I) pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: g3 Q* j' K9 R, F$ ^: sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 d& e( k( i8 y4 K" I( r, z. e1 v) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - i, \- r$ O2 u2 \8 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" W" P& d. a- \' NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; Q. x! v9 V% ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
d( A$ r5 ]1 K, ?/ \How you tried to set them free,
( n1 a9 m$ e$ e k- P% fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% P6 y' H4 q$ rPerhaps they never will. |
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