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6 M& J. f6 ]2 `" Y8 N8 i: `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Z' k& V6 ?+ u% Z. C$ G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : V/ w/ I1 V" c- @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" B v8 s; v( GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / h( F; J4 J. T$ y9 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 i$ g1 C1 c' R) w8 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 n# i( g* _' J4 b1 z! YHow you tried to set them free,
: u5 E! ?/ Z8 a# o' T( I% f, tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 I* J: y# J% L3 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . M- ]6 b- T" K- q+ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 x% X8 ]% @) qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! T* W( O9 \( }7 |+ ~* Z$ e% `& e5 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 h1 t' x, u4 d" Z. r2 x( x
. g8 X0 I$ E' o$ l. gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# O0 z3 I/ K1 a# t4 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ~5 J2 @4 I0 u3 {3 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 A9 M$ {; t9 Z# T# O) [But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ~+ a$ A" W* PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , f9 }: u" r8 M- D" F# I( b, M
# t9 @- q* s) }- o* Y+ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 o& n. E% K: F( V2 A" F K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y) p) \2 B h' y* T" TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 g4 `8 W8 I, a k& y- xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; U# e" Q/ l, P- A# XHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ?8 b% [) R# X! f6 H
How you tried to set them free,
+ [4 |6 N0 n1 {; ? cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" C0 H2 u! C0 cPerhaps they never will. |
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