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, E' j$ F6 W+ A6 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 m; b* `! @2 M# ^, N w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " M& T7 Y# r/ r/ \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ^7 |6 |1 e& c3 h- x) e9 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! D/ F1 p3 H5 i# R" M4 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 p& V1 m6 d- x9 D: Z) ]How you suffered for you sanity,
. G: B6 [* h" n+ ?& Z8 t/ `How you tried to set them free,
$ U5 I5 Z+ [; f5 T$ xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 j: ?$ [# n H; `# oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 q$ c+ ^$ ^1 o/ z% T8 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! w0 g. e9 V' J" Q" N" x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 h+ @; \( J: Q& p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - w8 P7 x+ X+ _# i4 g
5 M6 i% A& m( V- Z7 e( K. AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; @4 L% T" y3 t( c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! G7 W' v& R; AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; m% r, Q/ r# U8 o U- _% WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 _- z$ X- K- S# a' c2 U; f' i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. M. b4 [0 h3 k. h- e) n+ [
, Y& E: }7 z" H2 x$ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * l4 [/ w h1 l# |1 ?5 l0 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {4 V/ Q. J0 p% \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ b$ L {- B5 O5 N* r; x) L& SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* C6 z; K8 T. A5 T% _/ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# l. n2 L" N1 A. l6 H1 p8 M1 D ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* v7 L# F4 [. E6 k8 uHow you tried to set them free,
; t+ Z6 k% Z' C' vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 K" B2 j5 v4 G8 G4 a# _1 s3 MPerhaps they never will. |
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