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* P, L6 _/ E" g& i* ~4 h+ XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 E, m& ?, M8 o) @ I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, |5 i4 Q' c% o5 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# V. C$ N0 I8 K, }% e* f. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 B1 t; E8 V: |& O e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" Z' \/ p8 ]* A; B9 T9 tHow you suffered for you sanity, ; ~8 N: K; D# ^2 z2 C; e
How you tried to set them free, 9 X* {/ a) H, R8 O- ]8 {' y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 r$ x; I& w9 f% W$ `' \6 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 y* P: I. N r8 ^, i3 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , k q/ |! K( a y( b# Y7 n" q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Z4 i1 O' w D1 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ?+ j# y: ]8 V/ m1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 v# b' i! X- ~) S# u4 o$ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% b& R# v" R3 X: @+ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, _$ w! w1 |5 z% ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, * g5 ?9 `; f/ ~( @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 X& ]+ U! ~, d( G* M+ a* f
. v( m7 j* E0 t- w4 G; M: J) XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; b: X& k, I' s( ?' I2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " B" |* _6 ~( U0 ~( J/ ?+ C4 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 _& N2 E/ F8 }4 f4 V% g/ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 A5 |$ ?1 u8 O' m3 i7 ^
- H; a w# @$ G7 N1 A% A0 y' zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - O, l8 ?" x- A& [
How you suffered for you sanity,0 u) a6 I7 n& |7 T- }: Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ V0 E J7 Q" l- wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H+ ^! I4 U$ }3 p9 B2 qPerhaps they never will. |
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