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" @, B `' S2 S3 Y! A$ z. mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 }; D* @# O! J6 q7 O7 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* I* c# R D8 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! O8 y, }: h1 F$ H1 p0 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 e B" n! q/ Y, J. y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ G j+ q: }$ J. c( L
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ~* d, l: O$ d+ a4 O) W9 DHow you tried to set them free, 8 f" W* W$ |$ ?; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 x! N6 T3 T6 C# }' |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' X& q9 `# l: R6 }/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : O9 P/ n- { p( @3 R: d9 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / \' D- \ G: R# Y. A0 e3 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % t1 ~# ^1 L* ^" O3 h0 V1 f
+ d! Z( V) E+ ?7 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' z& v+ e# [1 A$ ?5 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- L: K5 j# s1 I& e+ w' PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! k& ]) r9 x3 A9 @But I could have told you, Vincent, ( l6 T" q* w* I1 v0 Z0 Y9 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / `: z0 z2 s; {+ x. Y. R
/ K4 O( ^4 N4 h' Z6 d" rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ^2 L$ i% m; Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - X& N/ r. Q6 d2 r: S6 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 G% i1 |4 p' {1 b( B$ C" b% Y! P( LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Z5 d% @! M s; K
1 [' Z, q4 r E. c+ J0 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : U% {+ e. k# H* ]' E, \
How you suffered for you sanity,/ q* p. A4 Q; a
How you tried to set them free, . M" b( Y8 q2 r! C( B2 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k9 ^ d4 m- Q6 j, j; K' e: DPerhaps they never will. |
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