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- ?5 v" z+ F/ [ g1 @( A, iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 N' D6 ]* l3 B+ I; S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% `* ]5 y" S p$ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ?) e0 T) d( Q3 [6 f3 v% BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ~* z: V' Y( D* u& I% O7 o4 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" O! K; I& ~' W) B9 J( a( W$ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ C9 W0 H4 E7 s& p- u5 x& [How you tried to set them free,
4 p f4 F/ g) Q+ c9 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - M/ m5 s$ E: i/ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " c- y+ T1 H; S, X6 x, a+ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + m5 U1 |5 K1 q: W( K6 K- A" Z. _2 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; S" p8 T3 A0 p0 e. \( n- WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * o% B4 I' m, S- u' b
: H3 e* ]- _6 A! U+ |/ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 P3 Z" F% o* T% ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ r7 a1 L5 u. l" MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' Q }8 D: d, m6 S) n
But I could have told you, Vincent, + e+ y0 J6 A. R( K6 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 A% w+ H8 m/ F5 W' R% D5 g
$ n# m9 _( M) pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * q) v6 H4 X1 d) O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! }: A2 X" `6 |) A$ u* V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; V7 I9 f8 Y: z( I( P4 z: M
The 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,
0 D5 v5 P! m! y, JHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 q" S* L1 C; M2 |How you tried to set them free,
3 F' U' M% L+ d" s2 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, & B3 j# Z! y5 v7 Y$ @' V
Perhaps they never will. |
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