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7 g, G; I5 ?, M& w! w: \/ Q2 x, N( b$ P( qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# i4 U" Q' f0 u: u' ]/ @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, z" x5 S; n( h9 K+ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, N0 ]6 W9 n% Z3 p& j9 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 L: l* }0 {) O+ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ T# F: y$ H# b7 qHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 Z3 D/ K2 C& a( y" L0 l3 L
How you tried to set them free,
! B* r/ E$ L# |9 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. e9 h+ Z! Q) x" S6 ^7 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b# T# [) r2 R2 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , {; d0 i3 k$ ^0 K6 x9 {2 ]* S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& [7 ^% A6 k W# u7 t6 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! N. w3 r/ k2 ^2 B. S+ M9 X1 e
7 A9 v, C3 U4 [7 p! U- H. j' kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! z( U7 U7 s1 O: v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
a' V* M: y8 ^( q* H# ]- X, ?% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, f3 R9 k- [/ pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 g( R' H4 D6 _. aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) S7 w- j# C y5 W
( o" L5 Y* v! `# I! n7 B+ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' N8 g9 a) _, V/ o; n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + A, e* d) w8 w3 |: ]. {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ R9 y; k1 m0 M/ j G7 ~% pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 M4 @0 e/ E- }0 I4 M! H
/ S% {+ j2 l" R( C8 [. U3 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# x: H+ [! w7 A: j6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,# M1 h$ J! i! P( z& C& T7 d
How you tried to set them free,
0 c* U \) S3 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 c Z1 g+ A! M0 i& F4 ?& q
Perhaps they never will. |
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