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+ S# A6 O* I9 V7 i- d' K% MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Y N# \* b7 G- @( B0 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Q# g+ P* d% o& l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' x1 f8 k+ M# ]% g4 ]" \% U: oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 c) p$ f- j2 I. r/ s; y' {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ^" W% x* d' m/ q* M/ a* sHow you suffered for you sanity,
" ~8 S) o8 P: E1 i- `/ w6 CHow you tried to set them free,
- U3 ]9 r# J R) A+ H+ G6 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* q% T9 q3 L' _3 U; V8 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' X/ w8 M' U! r) |( x* b! }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - E) @& L# D3 i8 B# b% G. n% Q2 b3 C9 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' d A: Q/ M4 a u& M. B2 a# V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 {( O! L& ~1 {: ?4 b3 L% y
, \, S. D/ u& s" o% p% tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " n$ b( E; c+ I. A/ V. P* `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ]& p* P- `1 C$ B; `6 v8 W9 k9 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 y8 m" h; z& ^7 M! Z5 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, & ~, C/ ]- O' Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / T/ [9 c# \+ k8 F
7 Q. {* Z9 F6 C2 @3 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- i, M4 N! ?0 V3 t- YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 N: J" i6 ^0 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # _0 ]5 X( ]$ S/ y; v- ]6 o& a, I
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,
7 N4 D7 _9 [$ v9 j6 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 i/ v9 L t5 t/ m& B; IHow you tried to set them free, 4 u3 {( | X2 Z- o* z5 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 v+ i% F2 q7 x) l3 O! b1 k6 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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