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6 o& p1 N) `( e; P3 g4 K, zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 U' a( p% e2 ~/ g( {9 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & g8 f. J2 Z$ d1 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) J9 v4 Y& i9 ~) p% X' A2 ~# }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ?' ]: o- e& M- L; @0 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ E; h& E( w, Y) ^" Y \How you suffered for you sanity,
; {/ h/ O8 ]% uHow you tried to set them free,
- w. C; d7 a* x; S/ }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& n" ^6 X0 ^5 `2 L" P' K- }, B- ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % [, K5 S' l5 o. r& \, s7 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : _1 h1 ?: [& a% c9 y7 T* \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : L4 x1 T' ]5 H) O% w2 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / P" n# \* W, I0 d! [% y
, |: W0 S( \6 F; nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * H$ a. x6 t' B% i" c+ M6 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ W3 C* Q0 {& R [; G9 |3 R/ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( N$ V; n! j7 E4 \# D8 |8 n f" N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 U9 m6 g' {) |% b( S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + T7 j7 E' V* ^$ m- r' `
3 r* h9 s& e2 {2 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- @. |( s* R, E! QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! a! H5 Q, b6 ]& N# J# _& o# o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% G7 ?) n- d, B2 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 {7 S7 X% `# N# H# U
7 `2 o- B# W. E; E1 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! l$ ^: b- H6 K
How you suffered for you sanity,4 N& _6 v- j+ i9 T
How you tried to set them free,
1 J" K3 f4 T' h) nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ]1 y& R) e; Z! G) H* ]Perhaps they never will. |
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