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7 d3 B* \$ ?6 @8 M/ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! v4 ]. U( j v8 t7 Q2 P$ K+ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( k2 B2 x8 }" [! x! C1 ^; UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) B1 V1 R2 o4 Z/ o" z* I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( R9 O B/ I; x: p- e. N$ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 b" a2 {" `9 b4 F2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
. p4 G* B" ?. f0 R1 L9 n! m' F$ D2 ~How you tried to set them free,
. J7 |2 I8 I+ W. b6 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 n+ ]; Q4 p1 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, c7 M. z7 L9 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 M- k3 w: [% X0 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b" w3 u- }$ ~9 {0 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Z+ H5 h, J6 p5 ^9 G1 B
" N7 m, P4 i) q& s: q) g- MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - S5 B9 H5 K t3 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, `0 q0 @: P% r A. |0 R- R: S6 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% w7 r6 m3 {9 N- T1 g+ vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y6 [9 D* u0 C5 U+ R, r' b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - H) J, j: E; w+ L1 Y9 l
D0 s! W' f; }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; m/ n1 O7 R1 O5 Z$ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & N+ G& y* k: |2 P& n) p# U$ W! x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- D6 M; q- I3 J# q: J: KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) }$ B2 w# i/ s1 [7 w' J" ]3 E8 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ^6 {* E( c0 R; K _/ l; d% O# qHow you suffered for you sanity,, K7 m0 I) p: O! p; F! K% B/ K
How you tried to set them free, * W e2 r# ^2 u4 U4 u* R$ p4 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, . ] W1 m, n; ~0 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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