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- O! H7 b/ ]( R. b: wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) u' r4 h/ T% X+ z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! c* e: W2 ^7 E$ a3 y) oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% c6 x7 K$ x# J2 z9 u) y( A VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Y, E( M( |- d5 T h3 r; ]7 J# d/ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 a* w* w5 i0 Y" s: I, _4 n; c& _
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 X# u+ e- O/ x; i. T0 V2 WHow you tried to set them free,
1 U6 W" e, g! Z- [4 U3 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; n3 s. G$ @0 p2 C- o8 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 v# h" z3 k- @ L# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# O4 p/ a3 ]* tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 g2 L) o% y( ^- PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 w% K2 W, Y5 N, ?
5 a$ g2 H8 {# {4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; M; O+ y& D& s H% l" n: aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # A6 @! E V/ D3 u, h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ]) x: ]/ O3 ]2 v1 ^0 S3 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, * S7 g9 p2 W; v- T" X% ~8 t0 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 z6 }6 ?! A' |7 Y8 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 g2 r6 K( [+ O8 L+ x/ IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 L9 J4 L4 r/ G1 E! ?1 M* X. {7 a( b0 }) NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 K e! O; p; F- l3 m( N5 K: U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & V8 F: A0 U! [ [8 X0 l4 U- R
5 \ m" g N, X- i7 Z; E- XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; c0 v# L+ L* b0 x T9 w5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,! i: i( v2 Z+ o3 }: ~( x
How you tried to set them free, U0 Q4 C! G% d* K$ a" U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ C: l8 Z7 y6 P- p$ ^, d8 QPerhaps they never will. |
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