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/ j7 {0 Y/ ~. i. B: cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 g& R4 {6 R6 a" M0 n9 v4 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , g0 f; |8 j: ~+ s% T: R9 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( b$ w$ n# s& ]2 `7 y1 A+ l& F0 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , u- G) Z1 C; `" I5 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# H3 @- ~' o5 i4 y3 \, N/ D
How you suffered for you sanity, X9 F* Q* g4 D9 J+ M& V
How you tried to set them free,
: ~# e8 E' ^8 J) B# YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # {3 E/ c. o1 {! L) H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 n* i4 i" n0 m0 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & s$ R( q9 r7 k4 S0 I5 k. N1 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; L/ t( s3 b' D ~. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # P0 [, l; z8 c
, D3 v0 D" N/ \' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) o& _9 u8 X4 h8 O0 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; d+ w. w+ P9 o1 M- h5 ]" n& aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 _1 c4 Q; Z& r0 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, * r) v- p8 k( J, Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [# T, s x2 r- C
+ a5 ]6 g8 N. ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% O7 U$ ~( F: `+ U# a1 n3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, h; v0 z3 [1 K! T4 K) J, t% lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 d' b4 C0 {/ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 a; h8 p! u5 G. E) K! y8 W/ v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ i+ v" L9 i" m$ I0 o) X) xHow you suffered for you sanity,1 W; n8 h( ?! L" @: U
How you tried to set them free,
& ^- M& o; M U) R1 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 H* C% J' z5 n% {Perhaps they never will. |
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