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: O. s7 H) I, h, ?6 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " M; |& Q1 ]" P) U6 P9 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 K% D7 \0 q, o, l$ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Y' E: ~& D# D2 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 k6 }3 x0 d# C5 _1 {- X4 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& C' {6 s1 ]# E- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 j# X) ^# L7 ^9 f, s) G ^How you tried to set them free,
' q J# n# {- o8 ~& VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- R5 K0 W5 D9 H3 w4 t3 v9 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : {4 Z o, o& j/ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I! y( G& G' X) J8 r) k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! r5 k5 Z4 \0 H- y" S SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % e9 `* I6 W* a6 Z# }9 O5 ?
" @& r' ]9 ]7 ?. t; ?) n8 R9 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' f* g* J$ L8 J8 Q% l; r, \# NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 s1 U! ^4 P% b4 W1 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" z& d+ e* r5 g2 Q* eBut I could have told you, Vincent, - Q2 g4 h- F0 w2 u& {3 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 s! d( S0 t+ y6 P
6 _ M( L' A7 w8 R* u7 Z$ i' UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 I7 {. G- N& {' L: G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 e3 G t+ |& O3 P+ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , x( n! Q) K7 F
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, 4 q# ?) v0 z9 g V$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 G/ z# M: g1 y$ x& }* DHow you tried to set them free, 5 I, U( \9 H, O
They would not listen they're not listening still, / m Q8 \! i: i9 Q) [' ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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