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8 `! `5 W( u3 z. O, X e, _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 L8 b- u/ y) `2 a2 ^5 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & f6 K4 O9 |, m9 v) A/ e; b, Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 X) u8 c$ u" R( M) i) h( H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 k; v7 T6 U U8 f/ H9 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# X" w( p" }% h% E* o/ u: XHow you suffered for you sanity,
" f7 w9 W0 s9 i3 g5 O1 zHow you tried to set them free, # h$ H* s2 P+ p, j) {, n5 q9 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , n: t4 i/ L/ `. s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 _, \4 a& `" z4 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . u( u8 W* ^5 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 L, ^: \, a& o! @4 I7 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ]- e% z* E* G: { [( t% S
% R% ?2 n! \9 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 P4 T7 | i0 o) h* d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 G0 A$ A7 C/ B6 L0 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; S/ A5 L' q5 @- ~, F: ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 H. Y, X8 G+ `; sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 H( p3 b& q/ \
/ _9 s) x1 X, X5 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 J, K, ~5 ~: m* k# J/ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* h3 D# \2 S0 O. P! FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - d* S, p0 Z% @" q0 i! a: G. Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # E+ A! n8 `6 ^
" L- \/ \! p' M* i( z3 s' Z9 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 W$ j8 y5 g) K5 YHow you suffered for you sanity,5 L# j/ E" J0 @( [* X& j0 i
How you tried to set them free, 2 g+ x0 Q" E R1 D b) ]; C. R
They would not listen they're not listening still, - e7 ~" S' ?: f% n7 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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