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( z. E" |: n# j0 G% A1 N6 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ K7 B0 \, _5 X' p* Q& yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 I9 b* z" Z/ w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, j& a! M5 ~) O1 o* Q' q0 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 C; B7 ^; ?7 h( k( }( C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ^0 e+ B$ a) eHow you suffered for you sanity, ) h" R* D' E K3 p; Y P, Y$ `, v
How you tried to set them free, % u. O+ n- n. p) [ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* K- a$ H, J' L1 }; w$ q$ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- y% r! C; L! G" `' ?3 @" u3 [& ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Y8 |- ^* z5 `" B C/ n! `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 `$ J( i* K' k: Z! O$ pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & u1 F, g% ], I9 e( A( { V% A2 ~ _
8 f% q7 l4 \- G6 E; Y# [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' A0 G* \; |) i" ?. c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
a/ J8 s' [( C( I1 y4 }! |2 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! I9 G( j/ }8 @1 U" H$ y* ~) ` p6 h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 H" D. J5 ?+ IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! B: L, e; N- L
2 O$ J- U2 f a( X2 l) NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 e; }! ^: [& e1 J- ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' p' t. N! h4 m: A8 o5 g3 W0 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 |0 l0 R7 i" Q% J% r% O, D& _
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, ! a9 ~6 n+ N) B+ P+ f$ u; n
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S) f& H9 {. R. eHow you tried to set them free,
- B! Y& ]- ^+ `4 L& sThey would not listen they're not listening still, - ~9 X# l$ u1 [. S% f% j6 M* O
Perhaps they never will. |
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