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$ a9 d/ H$ @" i# ^: e' p9 ?8 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 Y% t/ F `& z' [3 J' G* `0 I9 K3 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) q' a, s9 C, m3 b$ U0 }6 z" ^+ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( h4 K/ E8 r# b3 b" K, {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + W/ F/ n7 y9 c- G5 W9 D, C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 Z8 Y6 U% v# |* }0 Q4 y8 [How you suffered for you sanity, 0 M- T- o* M# L' z
How you tried to set them free, . a" w( |! |% q$ G6 p. C: h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 q7 K. X- ]& V! \! Y4 ?( R% AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, c8 Z8 A, B. c9 r, N6 L% f( mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ?5 _' C+ X; z# k! y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ?$ v: |- Q( M- a2 Z! C( ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * m, H3 P3 ?* Q1 j, `" q6 a
8 V+ X9 y( n1 s9 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ y% w u# _+ }4 o5 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, u( S% L! o6 m( b5 `& ]9 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 W5 u; S5 F! t* p3 l( Z( u; Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Y0 O! X0 p& d2 {* @* r/ QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 _& Z/ Z0 s* K. h( T" o
, [1 ] C: b/ N, E' v; `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ r9 x2 ]% Z# ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % u# u0 D4 y( M9 o1 {+ L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # k; R; Y8 H- E8 N. h$ G* q9 z; ?' I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / O: }0 q" E$ m3 k" V
9 k H. r# O) N1 u- oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 G# E, p8 H: R1 E! X4 \3 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
N9 s( y5 v9 ]How you tried to set them free,
! s8 @+ t. F- ?) B; V2 u4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# x. ~& F9 o' j, D" z, q7 WPerhaps they never will. |
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