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6 Q2 A* L2 P6 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x d# N% ], D' e+ A: b5 I4 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 e: F) U0 T* X( NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! B* S3 e" C3 {& ^+ c7 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) t2 c. ?$ \' KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ A1 r! u0 S7 {2 w9 c. \) iHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B7 x% n0 y+ g! ?8 ]/ @3 F2 oHow you tried to set them free, 5 l8 P9 d/ M5 w% l- i F- x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& A. }: r* R/ T9 Y* _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( r/ P. E0 I$ W. B0 T" R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' G3 E+ U8 G% b/ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . V4 u/ h1 e8 ~0 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! m3 x+ U! ?! v4 g, Q9 K/ `
4 T8 v c" Y, k v0 w# a% c/ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % \, C7 {" U3 O4 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + \5 G% A$ v7 j, f6 ~. l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 F; p* S: E; {# p8 Z5 H O" I Y/ w8 T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
t+ P% j5 B, Q# hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 t# F0 M+ v( R8 B$ }* ^
m- K% M/ y7 |; }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & b; d3 L# D$ @! Y# u5 Z: J# i' w& _7 f; U! p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 @1 I+ t( O' K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ^/ Y% p" c) F( z1 Y. S( lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ \8 y* T) W! J5 E6 h! k, L5 t' bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' x* T* |6 S$ N7 \: [# f; K
How you suffered for you sanity,
, a2 ]+ D" o# d+ L# b) e( @; y4 x" NHow you tried to set them free, # t3 _3 s& G3 u8 T6 @2 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, . s) J5 Y. d" }5 j3 \* l
Perhaps they never will. |
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