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6 @1 w7 A. o+ j: k8 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( w- H* E9 G- k1 _5 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 V. y' V. k% U0 [' Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," c- ^+ a H5 a7 q( |( L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ^* e: \# q$ e( o, a8 A8 \( M+ p" l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ a' |( n- R( m% b l- n" K) cHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 a h* p/ I$ \2 ]. r( I6 G$ pHow you tried to set them free,
, T; A( Q. c' u" i& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : C; \! V! P. i4 ^' @0 L; K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; [. x* b; f, ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ]' h6 G9 `. `+ ?" @/ u6 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p' _/ s. E7 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 ~8 [1 N+ q! a
_9 v# O5 Y, Z/ S2 h2 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% Y, H, V- B4 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 C; w _# V$ G/ bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, D+ `6 H' S2 K- \) H& `, yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 t3 v( ?0 z0 M! W# R. \: i( Q" HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 a/ R* W$ G4 U: |2 O
; _, A1 T2 Y5 P' {/ Z" bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + d/ x# m6 C4 H! N, c8 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # `+ k, r' v7 `7 g. [8 f) Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 y9 W* O& U# n: X% V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ v: e6 z1 U( x. L
# n# D N& Y- k+ I* h( K" iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
e: m$ L; i( W1 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
) d0 i+ C/ R: x+ HHow you tried to set them free,
# V' N2 z2 A* k' Q/ r) _1 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% F) ?9 y, ~% aPerhaps they never will. |
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