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! P# r4 D5 H6 p8 J8 r+ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - g6 B0 O. F4 S3 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ?3 a% z; r7 W" p1 G0 {' h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 f$ l* E, l# C; s+ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) U1 o& H! _7 G5 G: b/ \/ m8 v# i% [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! U9 b' L6 A9 }) X' k6 B7 v5 a# WHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Y. u, ?8 _# f3 }5 P6 R8 JHow you tried to set them free,
+ h. _1 f; W* [ u# U5 g. oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 S* f% @5 i# q( q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ?' l. b$ ?. c5 h3 {+ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 _0 l# n: i2 f3 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ]& _% Z. N& q& f. n1 O Y8 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / Q1 x& j1 i d2 H: ?+ f. C
( Z8 C3 J. B5 ?% s0 U1 x4 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 Y5 n% |0 U5 V+ g3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " C) t/ T: T$ i7 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e8 E" H: H* j/ \: L) OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( h; m7 J7 l4 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ~* T% J$ ~+ {0 O, Z3 o' ?" w
! K3 I7 I, I6 t4 n& F, j( ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ N# a. E4 k2 A$ b7 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 \6 K3 B3 h1 d2 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
b9 H z! _" v0 @9 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Y+ M1 z D9 N+ G: p/ j k; t
0 T7 e) L2 M* v. P9 ?+ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' T$ `# w$ Q! c& Q! i
How you suffered for you sanity,
' O) |* @1 D. K3 Z xHow you tried to set them free, 4 m! T( G3 I/ {9 a! S
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ^) q. n- y1 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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