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+ Q4 l t3 R. HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, q( }0 X3 V7 l& h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* I# d; S* e* O& o- ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, u; q2 W5 W; D) X C0 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 h8 j- I# u6 T6 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# u0 i0 i8 D6 C; b' l$ VHow you suffered for you sanity, $ t. U* V5 w) l# {* ]
How you tried to set them free,
6 Y1 O0 j7 } c# Z% W+ H+ ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : W9 N& \: N$ [% e" B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: `+ v) \, F* {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; `$ g! q* y' j) Q4 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, w$ E# z* v7 S" f4 u' M- [4 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 V* F0 p3 z, K- B9 |- e4 M5 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - x( D+ c) T8 h( Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q0 h2 r, s% B8 a# n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + z1 @6 X1 i. l! S/ K% d; X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ]% O1 q4 l# S& Q% O9 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 n% Y2 F/ p2 X: W8 F! _1 h6 j! q
+ @; K+ L9 F$ h' f" o1 V. `) [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Q9 T3 D+ F# D# E0 H4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - }9 _7 ^! F% \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# U! u5 k- I. G; \' Y2 o5 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # E) t! x4 \( ]8 g4 t" {( X
+ n" ]; C& p6 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 |1 U5 `$ W2 Y4 M" s2 }/ YHow you suffered for you sanity,4 d1 d$ C+ ?* L! X
How you tried to set them free, 3 D2 C' L* e# w, H
They would not listen they're not listening still, / N/ J2 l/ ^9 d: X! B5 ?2 |! I* [9 i( f
Perhaps they never will. |
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