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. f$ L9 I6 h* r5 X& pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 d2 N% m# X; k. h8 H: d( y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 W: u: T! J: i8 c* ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& U" H& y8 q3 f5 B1 ` t3 n+ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ z. d- L, u2 ~* I" t/ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 W6 y% B+ K% }, C7 O: L. s3 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 e/ B+ b! K. G0 I. q: F Q: Y
How you tried to set them free,
; A3 ~" W& Q8 e9 O" E9 B2 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! J/ E- r e7 v) I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U7 u7 y+ h0 Q* O+ t2 S: v9 \4 {0 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 O8 d: {6 f+ t4 P0 t0 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + d! T# U0 k# ?. \9 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ z# `2 G. f0 F0 E9 {5 j# r7 W
3 p" X$ w6 K2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 [- D1 ~$ b' t4 ~5 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( I' E5 s. ?6 b: e' R/ P5 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' d5 d- ?) h4 `: @/ KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 T/ T8 |9 T; T( }6 O$ Y- [) W2 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 D5 E" }2 D: R+ c
* A0 A& y- z& z5 P/ mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" e7 M/ {# Y1 F) K. dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / A N4 K* x. I4 j. ?( w5 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' _5 f7 T; B+ ]7 f' G3 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ _) r- A- H/ ?( R, M( z: K
?+ J! _6 D+ \. ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) c, c! p" _8 D# Z6 s$ ^' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
, u3 c1 |- _ S1 n) ~" ^) bHow you tried to set them free, - l% t; A- Z1 s$ P; z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 T% f- [% y3 _5 _2 iPerhaps they never will. |
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