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, @( n4 N1 x( r# M4 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j+ }7 w. t( R# R# Y4 s& w! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' c% \6 v; m/ P- L, G! }( S" E/ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' y) f/ ]/ K7 g' s% r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " N1 x+ m, r: I7 M# ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ?5 C2 p3 G4 M- n+ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
- H, p; _8 L$ \2 A" ?- V) l a9 ]How you tried to set them free,
; t. j" B/ X2 ~: r2 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 O+ k9 O [. x6 B( Q/ p# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 P7 ~; R+ a8 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% D( P; T; _0 F/ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: c( r- ?- A8 v+ s# f lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Z) e; r: _$ _; T6 [
5 @% W# J9 M3 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; M$ u! s, j1 c: I5 r4 u! e5 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ S. G2 }8 S% CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; q( R/ I; |: j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( R* B8 s j5 p. g" e; X8 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l( P5 V9 U" n7 z! X
Q8 ~; Z5 @9 U2 _4 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 b5 U2 E0 P0 `+ G) h& d* _9 {) f. d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) E- Y. p) R" V' y# W$ y7 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 |) u9 j% a& o4 `. e H9 T9 U! `% C7 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ }: L$ z, b/ N! N2 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% ] x& {6 {& Q1 A4 ?, N2 Z9 o) h& {How you suffered for you sanity,
# ]7 j1 u) o) y; n2 F2 WHow you tried to set them free,
9 {- L& d$ H* m; G1 u: MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 {2 A- I8 Q8 w% Y r0 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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