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+ l1 P1 ~! S9 \ ?7 p! PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; C/ M: y l- k5 p8 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ l# Q1 w k% u) y; a b# IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, Z9 L5 ~9 Q5 ^/ O! p' B% L. S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 t" t+ b7 h2 O0 G& e* L( B0 W9 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ Z* ^0 X- w# e; f, T
How you suffered for you sanity, ( s; B8 s0 Z3 W( J+ N5 V& |4 x
How you tried to set them free,
. i) b$ l# N- c. f; v Z/ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! b. K' c# F( g0 Z0 C; OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
^6 @( `/ I5 y6 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 r% q* ^0 M/ C: M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" P: K( V) d8 _$ e, P9 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 M5 l/ T# J5 T& q- q( N
8 S; D" i' i9 u! D# @& R; jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, n/ B5 ~8 y! V, v9 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ u- Z4 |9 n8 J% V, D2 @" h4 ^; IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ?; ?. T2 S# |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 P* s8 k. h4 z4 x- _( v' @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 R0 e' r+ W# r. i. w3 D; W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " O5 e5 |7 s; s6 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 V+ a" W5 g- {) o5 a9 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 y& v: m( E5 Y |- AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : J" F0 @ q+ m Z5 i* G
% W8 T* O3 x3 ]9 q4 r d+ JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ]6 p" u8 `1 J8 J( i
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ^ u/ n, ]2 p( cHow you tried to set them free, # j- R$ x3 k3 Z' ?' v
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 f5 R4 t0 |- Y& u6 s6 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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