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: W+ j7 A( u4 A" i" _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # D1 t g: h1 H$ R ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 I$ V a: N0 f7 u( S! J7 ~0 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# h) @' N1 K/ b* s6 D' R9 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 z+ A/ N4 S n" z, A; i j. |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, n+ [5 p& C$ z1 v2 ?+ m( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ^/ a Y; C3 t& y; S/ B* u aHow you tried to set them free,
2 ?2 X. r2 Z+ n9 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 N* N: i' C2 v& Y4 G' K3 `' @6 Z9 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* Y( w* D/ U! _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 X$ @' x1 i1 e P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z# w H5 A- f; R& ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 `9 h! S- w- Q, t9 _+ `
7 c' w+ \- `. wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% B8 o! G7 O! H! t; @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: R: C. a1 r$ J+ |" `2 w8 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& I4 V, B0 S3 N: p$ `But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ U) T% C C7 y! B7 @, T$ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. [5 T. A& J0 f h
4 L: P# P' R+ M2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ F9 L9 E: X3 [" V# x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. [/ W* C/ V; a a* p5 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! y K& A5 ~$ H$ s* I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ D/ ~/ ]' N1 @6 b" G( j0 f8 ?, @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* {0 ^7 b" Y6 a* N! i' ~" {How you suffered for you sanity,' p' A# n& x6 W* S
How you tried to set them free, $ ^" U( y8 n+ w1 g9 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; {3 E$ j6 D6 O) O8 g D9 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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