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% O* H1 i& g6 J% @/ z# i% yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H: M7 `8 v3 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 d( ?$ h/ d: v/ y8 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Y- u1 s9 }8 p0 z D" ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H3 j! z3 p3 e9 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 N1 r/ F$ {" @8 V" h2 t# H3 b% U! MHow you suffered for you sanity,
, b |) m, V- I: C# P2 w4 x) eHow you tried to set them free, . M- k( V$ P$ L9 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K/ e# |) D& W2 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 _6 w L5 g. j; o! z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 @9 P1 B9 A: S8 t* ]' @& _7 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d4 t, |, q! L2 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; }0 a' V' u/ y: i4 ]( K8 j
% \8 [1 q7 I% u; m+ [/ y$ eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Z# d/ M7 F6 j" z% K% IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( {' w/ b1 E. R& ^' M( W8 t+ K! DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. F* ^: C- E$ X+ U0 m, HBut I could have told you, Vincent, / @2 E1 M1 ~# H& R1 }' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 R# o; r4 [; J, C: Q/ `* |( U
/ |, [' \# _" F( a4 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & S* r( f/ T$ R& N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * \( j7 j& \$ b* O1 j8 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q# Y1 ?* B) u( lThe 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,
' q8 U- k: z b t2 `, UHow you suffered for you sanity,3 ? S1 f+ a+ j9 E8 Y8 n
How you tried to set them free,
% H. q1 g7 f- q' K1 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 e3 P4 S% s$ G3 B& ZPerhaps they never will. |
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