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8 s5 X. B: Q2 Q2 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ B: f4 {2 I8 Q$ j7 H) rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L5 ]) ?) h# A3 w8 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
@, j. O: x7 i8 j' o+ K' V5 [& fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 y* b0 |/ L8 H+ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ~, a- s3 K; u* Q% i" ?How you suffered for you sanity,
1 f/ |- X+ m; p O" `" ]1 _How you tried to set them free, * R9 t2 A0 D3 W6 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 r, f" t* d* `* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Z, I' i! b9 c8 t3 i& @# B; O) o5 H* ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 b$ }5 `( x$ i% a" F% xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 H: R8 ~; a! j* O( p+ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 d! d! q+ s" g! ?# I8 p
8 L; X5 t5 a* A8 E# F% gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 j$ a R$ S9 A8 q5 a* @/ L8 S) `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
g E8 \. C3 x; V" [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) m. \- d8 s9 P* |2 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, * V" W% H+ a6 ` ^6 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 G+ O8 t4 y# v7 ^# n' d5 H$ ^
8 e+ _# W- C1 z* C S( E KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# s* t- C) b8 G9 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 Q F' l& ]# G( S6 O1 E6 v/ |$ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 k- T9 @. p0 W& w$ ], y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 ~# v O, G1 M2 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! T1 e8 z: e' b# d; f0 q' E# ` p
How you suffered for you sanity,3 I z: b& K" i1 i; U$ v. u
How you tried to set them free, / _5 R U* H$ a5 h+ k) x. K# B
They would not listen they're not listening still, " j; M# b" h& L
Perhaps they never will. |
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