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4 e$ u! X6 M3 g/ M' i5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, D! E% v& ?- F! L3 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # E; X6 Z! n$ Q: w: A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 G; I) W! q8 b9 w0 Z$ N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* O& g9 r) E2 g5 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, N' l7 V/ A$ P3 S5 m
How you suffered for you sanity, + h) R' S% s' b2 C) `
How you tried to set them free, 1 x% C* K7 c# [# _) }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 R+ N/ h! U9 o3 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " x7 Z% {/ v) g/ L* O% l" f5 w0 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
i* q$ P/ k* R; lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. r2 C+ |! E4 x% ^0 G+ w2 c- _/ f% hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # U" G6 }; r0 q7 c+ D4 T3 c
7 ?/ T% I3 Q+ b( I! H% PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 u: F9 A6 Q4 R; `# T. ]9 P8 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. p/ ]4 S: g _, M$ N' }You took your life as lovers ofter do, : P, n- d# ~1 r1 u& j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' E5 J- {- P, e) c; V! _ c! fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - \3 y- d4 `) a0 p6 u i8 z% K' g
8 U1 p0 J8 N! R' [: T$ w- D ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 o) r8 o- e p! D+ u+ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 `4 }1 F( T8 @- J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T" }3 z0 l6 h7 W2 N. |3 V5 D5 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( }* S# |0 T8 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; X! P9 ]1 x6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,# L5 t% {+ D3 x
How you tried to set them free,
& Z) l$ W3 p1 v5 @0 v& d' ?They would not listen they're not listening still, ; _/ R3 C W5 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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