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- R- |9 ?$ g8 H o {& G+ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& O2 I+ [% t5 b- s0 F& V& {9 c0 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 p5 u; n! f- ^- t# d# [9 x4 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ x) G* ~$ l2 o3 ?$ PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" c* N8 o" U: [! C1 ]! ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! l0 A- O% P& \, A6 AHow you suffered for you sanity, - i$ r$ k" H0 u. Y ]3 u
How you tried to set them free,
5 ~" n/ E5 A2 I2 n" ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& B2 D j2 y8 {$ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, D/ n/ N3 ~& n/ XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T a) a7 s+ R' v- QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Z, K% }1 ~) ]$ L( D jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 l, K$ t* b( D2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: t% |+ M6 `& H z2 D$ I9 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 z8 k9 `; r; o9 O9 q) RBut I could have told you, Vincent, : o! h5 y, x- g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' g/ V, d Z6 }. F3 x" i
8 W2 B) _! M3 E$ o; XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 }9 h1 n1 B) ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ^) l# F# O# M, U: o8 [. |- G& M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ?6 V% c' i3 F3 M. Z. z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; i! o. u: x% B& a' R
+ m: y' N4 q$ c% oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * F2 M& I7 M+ \0 ^( x0 b. f' a: ~; Y! o! }
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 X9 L. E) r' w" e) DHow you tried to set them free, 3 Y: ]5 Z; F" S, _7 i$ x. K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 K2 Z) Y) `; `! Z! GPerhaps they never will. |
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