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0 `8 u6 r/ K' E& Z, d' F1 M. lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 \% o$ f4 W# C9 G0 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, r) s$ g) A8 r% K j& t3 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 S& U& [" z3 w/ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ T6 `: V% J; [0 v ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Y$ o; I1 m( T8 X' t& q+ U5 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 |0 ]6 S3 b$ Y: H' S. aHow you tried to set them free, " ?1 N5 t0 T2 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 u: B/ Y4 z0 v5 [2 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 B2 b; k( O, u( xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( p* H5 d Z2 y* } l" | R( Y8 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ]* |% H+ R& A$ p2 U1 G' aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . j" t! ]9 B1 a9 T8 k% y( m
5 p4 m; C& d3 V' n5 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 L s* o- V/ J0 Q* HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & u. I* f# N: u& o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % ]. e; q9 h) y1 I5 M3 o5 w8 m4 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; j3 r, S$ Q* W4 ]! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 X3 g: L+ L& [% L% f* G4 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! m) ^: z9 {/ i, t5 R. |& I" f7 s |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : q' p9 B3 C: f% S& J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) {6 o) [( K0 m- |" j
* d3 C) h) X+ n' [6 ?1 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 z) Q0 {; o+ lHow you suffered for you sanity,: ?. A% Q: ^/ c! I7 m
How you tried to set them free, 5 v% W& y2 O4 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
Q! A- W' P. O# j6 sPerhaps they never will. |
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