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* E" ?7 `( `% a2 s. tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) x8 _4 r3 E8 o. T- J. H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 ^/ l, ^4 l" A1 `, g6 u Z/ eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," C! K5 o% o3 U: F$ ?0 k, a8 o0 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! H1 c& z) B; S# e& s; `5 M; d% w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# _, p# ^& J3 _3 CHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 i! s- s4 k. N4 f$ M9 `& \4 `
How you tried to set them free, $ j0 y( @- `% M* w3 ]" _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 @: S, J! Y6 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: u$ k; g. x4 u$ p- R5 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 J' G0 v; a* A6 ]( W4 M3 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' S2 _6 ^! @3 G; fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! D5 s. Q' r3 }! Q' X. O$ W1 P" Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - n; t' }4 h* g6 X, c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 m/ h- m7 W) K4 l) B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( m' }. r* s; Y7 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ^' h- |) `" `+ D0 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , G' d, X ]: J$ S$ Y. v: i
0 C% Y" z$ E% n NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # J6 w$ G6 `- F2 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: K" z4 o$ h* T9 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' F5 t- P. W$ r( l) E3 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # F) z3 f# s$ a7 i
+ A( y+ J0 z$ M0 e- NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 D! p( O5 g+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
( o5 ]5 v; r9 e* N: b/ NHow you tried to set them free, ( U f* T# Q/ k3 C* |+ j3 t+ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, / e$ x1 L/ i5 Y. ]5 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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