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! T: ]/ S# q4 K5 e6 n* s( PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 S) X3 o f4 O# a( D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % x, c, e* f2 |. a6 i9 s4 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 p- |! C% A3 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 y! h! h, \* t/ Z% @: \3 _+ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Q5 b7 |% u/ ]! d/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 J3 m4 ^; Q1 E0 m; }1 Z4 Q% A( [1 U
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q+ q' o4 H; ^0 k% S& M3 ~7 w, O( j5 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( J& ~) Z7 @5 ^) l5 ?, {7 v8 ~ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 G7 x; J0 \: z8 F5 l: P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ~3 L( {# W* L- d/ ~1 b KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 F* g1 {1 j* e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : b2 r$ u) Q7 q6 r0 @. V9 E
5 O2 e S$ ]$ W8 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ?$ i" y) T: s$ }) E. ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - E; h$ c. z2 s) k9 N2 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 @4 |, v( c4 R8 Z0 f& j0 Q) P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' D+ i8 \, l! _- C: n/ `7 X% m2 }3 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : `( G5 y5 [3 E- m9 P
, r" a8 d/ r& Y, O7 W4 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " `8 T6 N* n3 b3 K# O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 W! S& W9 }) l7 f5 d9 w7 Q9 a6 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; q* F* |1 G: ?- T. f) n6 @$ J
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, 9 F! r h. c9 Y7 w% R' T
How you suffered for you sanity,4 \3 w) ]* W9 w9 [
How you tried to set them free,
* Q4 k/ N& A# jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 j& u3 Y9 ^7 i( \- }, N
Perhaps they never will. |
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