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) r2 Z; L6 Y( {# KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 g9 c+ d! m4 [! h( D2 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 A$ P7 S: F2 F6 O( ?) C; N4 _$ T1 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {2 z( q8 {5 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' y: S: F. W4 c- ?. C! k6 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 h4 W" W* v6 w- z4 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
/ c y- N7 d* q/ KHow you tried to set them free,
: O j% ~! E/ c4 n$ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 m1 q5 i6 @4 h; @/ c1 l. ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- H+ h! k U& p% Z8 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 } G$ Y) |: g- u) M- _& BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, _$ D5 i. W3 Y$ _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * q K& g6 c7 @
8 p/ u) N& q- G, D) VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Y1 @: o5 V. `( x/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) G- k7 b4 e" k! C3 r& i3 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* m# ^- F6 \- E9 \! ?7 a3 l1 C0 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, * X; c% s6 {( S4 E: l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g& l) S' j7 q8 r; u) O/ S) t, Z
( E6 i* g) o5 d' D8 c( a8 R QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : G2 e8 }* B+ ?0 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 O$ ?" Q& O% Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) g; h3 t7 X- z) lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ U9 I) v1 Z# E5 A- {) U: Q
! V( S1 ~& }# |: r {% WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # ?3 e, ^& V; i! a1 u6 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Y6 M& O) l2 f9 x( {. N, p8 WHow you tried to set them free, : L4 |6 T6 d" U3 Y9 Y$ {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 I" D4 ?# P4 C1 k4 M6 b4 M4 UPerhaps they never will. |
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