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- x& Y! b* i# t, N/ d1 @' z) OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 e# G. x5 L* T6 j' OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ a$ S4 K( Q/ S; l& V( H: N, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# _2 e M( g4 g; W9 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 p9 g; H& q7 A! Z; K! p3 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# I Y0 E. L5 Q" ?. [- j; j
How you suffered for you sanity,
. O2 t( R& Q3 j& t5 C% SHow you tried to set them free, ( X7 I1 Z* ]+ u! z+ B7 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ^$ Y' E3 u' U7 C% Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ q' T6 W1 G2 [1 u( Y6 R# qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ } D* M' y+ g7 p/ }7 d& {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' f& k/ g( z/ n0 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & V& O( {& z% m) H! K/ _
& M( I* z8 C8 O* r3 |; XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % J- o1 n9 G# _5 U2 B" j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q* i# n" u' J" f8 Y2 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , z, K7 d3 g3 ~ K0 @: h L$ o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 t# Y5 y4 ]0 t% H; G6 } FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; c4 L4 k: H' g/ f3 p( e8 u
* U/ Z0 Y# `9 A# {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o, U) Z9 _) x- p3 U! [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& [3 e3 M! u$ a2 _$ x4 `: ?0 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # z2 _6 l! k n+ U9 v, A2 C6 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 f$ _; Q, i4 ?: F3 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 V3 t, Y# a! p! y" m8 l0 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ]6 v6 H% X4 q8 _How you tried to set them free,
6 f( A$ N5 p- R" k# I7 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 |" f8 }8 `9 p0 @$ _6 a# aPerhaps they never will. |
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