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% O: R8 w% z. m- q, h% [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 U* O6 w4 \8 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 t" Q- o6 @: P6 x0 V+ o9 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ \& K* E3 R, W, K. gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 q4 y# l# x# D L2 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: t9 _) n ~1 M! w* @1 S7 [: HHow you suffered for you sanity,
& m0 k- C) E& oHow you tried to set them free, ( a" U# M" y8 H8 k+ Y x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ]* ^ E7 {. a: b6 @4 z. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; X5 D1 q7 l/ k# D, X9 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; q0 _% O n) ~- T5 {# ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f2 P6 [ ~0 Z9 a0 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ~! X' c. K8 r% w! e$ p0 p" V- Q. e: l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ^3 \9 [ k0 K) g) F2 B2 o. U1 e4 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 \5 |! P9 q0 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # n3 ~. ~+ i# Y8 {* `' g' F
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ N; H! W5 o% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / {. y' ?: z. e8 F
" L+ O# {/ G( N4 G/ r6 w/ m( D8 D! u% XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , U m, m- c$ X* J0 O6 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + J) t7 p* [4 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 x, `8 x3 m, W5 \8 L: m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , d* ~ d5 B5 Q+ m
5 w9 V: Q: L7 r5 b0 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 c1 i$ M/ S" P: y( H$ V% P, s
How you suffered for you sanity,; |# l2 [9 ^; q2 j" D! G; P
How you tried to set them free, ! K, `+ K0 I3 _5 p* @* C& v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& U8 s0 Z; J$ R- F: g/ q% ^Perhaps they never will. |
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