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9 b& Y6 Q: x/ ]0 u" eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! w% Q+ E+ V( \# |# kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * F7 P" W" m; g T( b/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% P( S1 I, b& V0 i: BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : l+ u6 ]+ J4 r3 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 D* r" v n- j+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
) J$ e2 x' ~* P, D+ p6 R/ d9 [! ZHow you tried to set them free, + J9 Y) h, U4 O) C C3 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 V. u. W. }2 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 M% t+ [3 K. ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( z6 }+ y% | K) {5 L5 @1 y" M. a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ^# _0 L [# U* n8 e6 j/ g7 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ]' X/ Y& r4 Z2 I* c+ w9 K5 I9 P
8 i( X) w9 ~ z( v( TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: e8 U D8 Q4 Y) _( rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: J9 ^8 y7 n+ C& N A5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Q8 V3 K& B K# h/ c. s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 x8 g- J4 j* N& U& u4 E3 b4 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. M) {# T$ V( E& dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" d0 a# T& P$ v2 r' wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ J) T& w# p! W* \' o' g3 C4 n6 o3 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 A: H0 J* D# ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' h$ c+ b3 j4 w. ^. X8 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- |/ i' s: _2 X9 p/ WHow you suffered for you sanity,8 S4 i6 V& l X& G
How you tried to set them free,
0 r, X5 w# V& N; m8 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) d1 R) r6 ^, c& B$ {0 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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