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M& O, m9 f: p' x2 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 v( ~/ L) H) c# vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ o5 g- R3 R( @- F3 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' B: K+ T1 f" p& s# K E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # [; Y/ T+ w Q" t9 D2 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, k$ v$ C1 p3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 W9 N, D4 h. N1 P- o* e
How you tried to set them free, : i& K5 b4 X# s7 \; w7 Z* z& C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 E0 u6 r( K! t6 O0 A- g. {# l9 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ l3 l' ]9 t, }- ^. `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }% n& @1 a- n" k! c+ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 I* c0 q* F6 j* g( J2 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : {* f, [- Q9 w/ h5 g2 I! H
0 y! V! h5 m; e0 m7 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. b$ G$ ^) k1 {9 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! o$ b! Z- H; a% e! yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 u. u. g3 A6 q. D& s8 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" @) F; v8 C, J7 p; w9 \" OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # T3 K7 t4 C5 j7 P$ }& U
$ V7 K( X2 S3 v6 ~% ^) g3 e/ k3 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 j8 V5 ?. M1 y; B2 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! b- P0 Y' i- u5 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 S+ K& {) u2 d! N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . G" v9 c/ R4 e) L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! J$ P O0 W) k. g' {
How you suffered for you sanity,9 E! O( R6 l# v
How you tried to set them free, # g& t8 Z* e2 V# m5 U' r, ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% V2 H6 G! j$ `+ l$ L) o( ePerhaps they never will. |
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