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* N( C8 d& b' d: B3 @. }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ~. R; Q3 Z+ N2 l! {9 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ _' R/ `5 D) l" QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: z4 ~' o/ p# H4 q" z) `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, P$ Q; L' R3 \4 C) U0 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b1 H3 G* f7 [# U! s
How you suffered for you sanity,
z6 W& Q; R; L0 m- Y8 t3 IHow you tried to set them free,
7 i0 I: W7 V9 \% CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 H" ?/ O8 B) q! S5 c$ V- v7 h8 W9 i) y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 J8 G6 g E5 d4 C7 d" gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m5 t' P' J) [* L' ]- m8 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: f) X3 L8 s- V: h9 }1 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ w/ r- x- {8 D4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . U/ L% ]% l8 M' Z' k! j0 Z6 d" x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ n4 E9 Y) }- c9 B) E9 f- s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # D* N" z' k' b; X* n' B3 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ e. J% [. o, r& F0 ^* Q# v# M" @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) b! c4 l& d b+ `. A. S
f4 H! a* r, l2 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 |9 Y! e: H9 U8 N/ \* e6 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 k5 l- H& }; X' ?$ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( O4 E& y$ \0 p* q' O3 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + x7 p6 c+ j& d, ]8 s' Y
& i$ z- {& w) g, vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d5 _- V2 r9 h/ M; U
How you suffered for you sanity,0 n' O) o! r3 f$ D" B
How you tried to set them free,
- Y# Z$ b, S- S ~4 p6 m: xThey would not listen they're not listening still, - x% \' w% r5 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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