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# l6 B/ O$ ~* b) @+ I! l% v6 r. wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 T7 r) G- m1 l* K0 L1 r+ R0 e$ Z- h+ o' K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 @! F; m; H: }* c! B! `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' m& t' [9 \: z3 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ N- `7 ~( ^3 r! J9 j6 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Z8 i9 H e( x# e" ~# R
How you suffered for you sanity, [5 |9 T; q3 C$ t1 U9 w( |
How you tried to set them free,
( D6 ^. y K1 \! p1 r$ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 e# ^4 S7 y7 k2 z, \, Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) u) `. ^) [' ]2 Y2 r7 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . _4 v/ g; A* }' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 @: M8 [2 L7 Y6 g& C8 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 [' U, R- }% v0 P0 l8 P# H
; O: c& v& S- o/ M2 W2 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 k* }3 }' Q7 R! t# b0 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' t* k$ } y: v# T4 S" A7 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ^# v' m# P* i2 l* c; o* }- S4 y) EBut I could have told you, Vincent, : }0 _ t4 T8 q8 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , W+ H( `" R$ s
1 C) i4 B- W8 S2 M& ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% f; W- i4 F* `+ W9 l. fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ?0 b2 z& ]# L' aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) T+ S5 V2 j9 z: Z9 l) k TThe 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, $ Y5 r" Z; A# R4 w/ v% x
How you suffered for you sanity,# c; C% O0 Y l2 O1 g
How you tried to set them free, + p6 ]4 Q1 P, k* s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 `9 U) K( p, y& H3 U# W( `
Perhaps they never will. |
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