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7 F: Z( r9 g) d: kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 U% F; K* n# l6 W; L5 v4 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ^! y; v# V1 E4 \: {! |) r7 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: p6 h! e" n& G! k5 y6 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & c; A% j: r" X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 a1 f3 S4 _* S0 E4 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
' G, q7 |0 \' x! v1 L' E: {* IHow you tried to set them free, / `" Y) T, B- ~" r+ W' q3 B$ _) t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 X7 t( D8 d o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, j! A7 m! Q2 b/ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 S, a0 Z+ N# g* [, y" Q& z. FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ?: h C4 }* F9 ^. `, EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " z. x: O- _! l+ g( i* E
) c' S& q: c" u. ~. Z8 E5 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 A! U5 b/ a' i. |; w, A/ [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 B6 [3 ^, C1 \; n0 {9 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 }4 c8 u7 |7 P6 M- ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! e! ^) n) V2 `7 \; ]+ d: R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [3 f7 u7 D2 r$ E5 T+ d) t
- Y+ i& Q4 s" L/ x# w1 G. \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Z& K! D/ O: V$ q# _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : o. j7 Q# E# |$ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 m% p0 h. {5 W- _! k8 d8 F/ `- F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; c% p: U( `( E; V% l( B* _) m" ^1 ~
, }; V% v, w( ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ U1 ?" q" q% X/ r/ JHow you suffered for you sanity,3 C$ ~0 {. k9 L7 N. ^% J1 F8 M9 o
How you tried to set them free,
& H! T. X% ^* v: x* ]' ~They would not listen they're not listening still, F3 f0 W% P6 U2 g7 }9 W# ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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