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0 H9 B6 _% j' ?. F( R1 X: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 c7 }) |+ B F$ `+ m6 d. \. L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # c/ c- ]! U0 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ p1 H; v) {4 r5 }% x, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / g: N! ^0 G- x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: M. t3 S0 V8 b' cHow you suffered for you sanity,
. R, ]0 c3 l e9 ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 U% x. d6 J8 p( b( \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! D$ p% V; I* x+ e( \2 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 q6 |/ }* I) T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
N& P% T7 |/ e3 t! pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 C$ H( p2 P! j0 D5 [2 N5 X; v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 `& P7 o2 k! u/ v; z
' f8 j& z' D. i9 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . \2 k& d+ \- r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. B' x% B! ]/ D c n; X% sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 U% n% J6 U' _5 t# G g3 t0 D$ uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 g- b$ i. _2 y2 M# |& ~% QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / g. e/ h: L/ G# q X
2 `( J1 J( l' T' F8 I$ R$ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
m: E1 A4 c# J. v: pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! T, x4 X. N: o# u: e y3 S. JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + P R, h% L! P9 Q" ]" }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 \+ `! h; ^6 A8 f! i. z# e
How you suffered for you sanity,9 `% K* L3 W& Z& q8 o
How you tried to set them free, ) k2 g& |- Y! k" H% ^0 v) [* z* [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! p' t; l) o* q+ M$ n& F
Perhaps they never will. |
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