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4 k W, ^ Q8 }1 b4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 F& Z, k( A r3 g. I' {6 B* ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ \9 n1 J! h8 O/ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 \0 U! k' j; z8 ~/ o' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# M; P# g& O( q# }, X$ y6 j( GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 [9 x+ O5 n; \0 H3 H% z7 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 s+ V- D& T- g8 S1 E0 Q2 CHow you tried to set them free,
1 O, W6 O/ P9 b1 a9 C. o BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 p, d- a& t0 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 a3 a( Z3 ?9 V. L- p" q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 K8 k- r/ Y& XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ^' b/ F9 T5 `$ D; X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; V# ~0 W& T1 B6 A' A6 d
7 E* z$ H# [# B, D6 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 u( }) b8 T# T/ k) L4 t- [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) v0 e3 N v8 k, R) |9 n4 ^5 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, # o7 A+ W: g. o$ g S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 n- R2 g" B0 U: i% o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 l9 d% W2 U8 I
9 l0 M6 W, v3 ^: ]% m9 v1 B* r# F/ m- N% mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 `8 S) b( a( L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) q v: N8 i8 o0 x; a$ K2 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 K N# H. M1 Y2 ^' ]; DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " t4 }4 J( f8 E( m+ g5 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% u3 r R1 F+ A& }4 bHow you suffered for you sanity,6 f$ W; S- R; D! k+ y
How you tried to set them free,
$ f {8 q2 @8 K. I% w9 y6 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) S7 p3 z- @1 ~8 T& ^Perhaps they never will. |
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