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. L# V+ ~1 _4 Z0 |1 ~8 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' e! a3 T9 `3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 E2 W, m( ]# a8 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' q0 a' j5 O7 Y) [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' j6 L9 M9 \- M C. J6 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Z6 K8 q& T3 ]8 [How you suffered for you sanity, 6 W, _/ G) c1 S5 u4 P- r2 C
How you tried to set them free,
! C+ Q5 w: F/ w1 J0 m: O; a8 w, g# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ~9 P9 ?) z, W( H) M' `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # a/ Y |+ {0 F z8 `' e5 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) X% U) x2 D9 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 i1 Q8 ^3 ?% ?$ s6 Y \2 v/ ^: VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : v/ A1 H4 V1 W0 J5 ]; l
& j% d2 [( B$ g/ v% oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 h* |# e3 g4 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ B/ [1 p; A: z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 s7 J" }, j8 p; g2 `5 L3 _1 Z. `But I could have told you, Vincent,
; k, B& f# ~9 j/ L# XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 s$ U7 S0 l- z: Z. ~
% n' b# E& R8 B0 o* a' tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 p; X% O% ~# O8 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . y* w- z1 c: c' C j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; T- ~: T- k+ z# P/ H6 VThe 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,
; i- D1 E- d( N8 S! q2 ^How you suffered for you sanity,: Q, S7 l' g! b9 G
How you tried to set them free, * r7 p( d" E q, [1 q3 _% y r6 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ]: G+ R/ a3 I8 A& l1 m7 T- G i, M
Perhaps they never will. |
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