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; a1 M* T7 W& L( K* I$ _6 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 Q) j& k" H2 r8 ^7 Q, CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 b. [# t6 _$ @0 `; @4 d6 }- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 t, Y) G7 v( c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 M4 M5 i8 ~; s4 ^# F- d& i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 g' [8 ^ P, X% p+ N3 n- j. W* xHow you suffered for you sanity,
. N: S. o0 M/ w. y+ THow you tried to set them free,
% s3 a$ [" R9 E& z9 _6 A4 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 Q, U J) [$ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ e/ ?1 G2 ?7 ~! C; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; B8 T k" s9 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 D% u; G7 V$ Z2 L- q0 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ~7 J" m4 S: d- p8 }3 \ j5 S" Q' z
, G$ q1 F' l) R; x& hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) L: y+ w( b, l3 }- Q: x# {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ l4 U0 Y$ h: |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 M: o- I% `( U6 X2 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, - u6 ~9 R7 H7 Z Q+ _- |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ?3 p0 J2 t1 x" L/ h) h. b1 H% T
; c1 R+ M) O% Q( ]% fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a6 ~2 T1 H+ H8 g b5 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& y8 G* E, ^4 m3 x) y7 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % f3 B5 B3 A. _( B I* |8 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " |3 V5 b1 s2 b2 _& _+ [
/ w5 D8 p$ D! f: T7 f- D3 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) U9 l' A2 {7 EHow you suffered for you sanity,/ A, l ~6 I* J h' k$ }& V) O
How you tried to set them free, 6 \; q" [- z. k; u% q# g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " a% ?6 I& J2 p: m0 B) b
Perhaps they never will. |
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