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' Q6 {5 e+ q* U4 I g# _+ c/ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" m& D, _4 X( @8 e; V* b: YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 q' s$ p+ z+ L: ?* _7 X+ ]5 O( X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 |- `% a" S7 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " N: n- c; ?, p" J1 b9 J* b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 D$ e7 g; y- P# }. C. RHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 d7 @" m, G" c' i1 v
How you tried to set them free, ' H5 e( Q: c! H: M' _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 L$ [4 r) q0 J! m; [& v; h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( w; A! Z2 K5 l; f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / K/ b( S' d0 C v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 \5 X9 x' v; M1 {/ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w* R) x3 H7 Y4 B: o* d) m
& u# x' Z, P5 t+ f+ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 S9 Q% E) I! O, k. f4 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + [2 n; o, R5 V4 _: F J( Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 K" O, ^9 l% FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% V; j( m8 I4 n. F- W, GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ j9 }- Q& n8 q! B9 r" p3 m
) O* p3 ` [+ \5 [3 H9 o6 w7 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , ^: r8 |" A6 k5 h( V' ? |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I# v, ^2 Z! u$ e2 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 e/ r" G" z1 i; F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 }) f4 W! i, ?
1 s$ e' r7 d) z4 W7 A! sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: O% G7 E+ } X! [4 _How you suffered for you sanity,
) _8 Q- D% L% HHow you tried to set them free, * q, U" ?2 e6 p$ ~! X3 z, {
They would not listen they're not listening still, # `1 j p" p/ I- I! e% C3 D! O
Perhaps they never will. |
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