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0 ^( N) q# c0 q2 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: m& d% c) j( R5 K4 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 N: {" L& U; h6 p1 k9 H0 y4 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ O/ y, G) T( ^) ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^9 m' Z& z6 f2 {+ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* [2 L% ~6 _- ?9 L
How you suffered for you sanity, $ M0 a* P- j J6 k- i; a
How you tried to set them free,
, |4 P5 A, n% L2 U ^* tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 B9 u$ R5 s6 Y+ N) @1 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _6 X( e+ j5 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 v" P6 U6 z+ Q! YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 |" ~3 Q; T) u" j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " v+ U8 b. K$ L+ x" ^( D5 s
" S' J; t5 a* }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ k8 C. l$ N8 I/ O- pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 i1 g5 u: B5 S& A# b% KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 j4 X1 ?5 ]! ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 j* Q7 a% X% E. z6 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 U2 T0 e$ q& V2 h
* o t! z1 C/ A8 w4 g8 @7 z' fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ x. e7 H+ v; o! x" g5 X) P% R/ x; ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ?2 `0 o- j, @3 ], q# G' {) r$ Z- ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # o/ F7 o% a. _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 i3 O8 e8 t$ F: k# h4 {) ^
' V. D, m$ ?; I- ]$ ~. ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 D0 G6 E$ @6 B+ y8 w9 ]How you suffered for you sanity,/ ?2 ~5 f% I. I6 l: E1 \- k/ u% \
How you tried to set them free,
0 S5 F) l- A" o L' L+ ?' M' z" ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 f( T7 `( l) c2 q4 a; JPerhaps they never will. |
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