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' {# A, u! s7 P) b6 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ` b; s H. E" F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 _% | f+ X2 M6 k. U5 r& {6 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F9 z$ l2 h- { m' y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 `6 ^/ k' i- {# W8 b3 L$ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 C2 T5 n- [$ S2 v- r& S
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Y* u6 M# F- n
How you tried to set them free,
' x- ~& V0 z, B6 B) sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ~4 J) [. Z! N: Q; vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 w |. x' r2 g5 X1 K! E/ D& F0 I+ K% SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 w& G+ V9 G+ W, Q+ g4 P- H; j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# [, G, f6 T8 U m4 g8 d) G* @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 k' \" V3 a5 j0 X P$ O! |
5 v9 ^7 g( K& y; ^. J! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; T) d& \9 D4 ^, V& W& j. O2 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 J2 n7 W3 B5 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ O; h6 Y& p/ U& WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ V3 P3 W" N, u9 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + U$ v$ O0 j) s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( g3 i' Z+ `0 a# ]9 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 V, F1 k" p/ _0 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! f' _/ b) ?: f" XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 |; L$ [8 B- R% w
) _, D# g5 Y; c- `8 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" _- @1 [! A4 Z6 THow you suffered for you sanity,; Y" M) h% u+ C i! m+ h; x) v
How you tried to set them free,
! S: A8 O/ y9 ^* yThey would not listen they're not listening still, / W8 C) c- M! N# m3 E- e9 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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