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. g/ v) e% Z- k* G5 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , [/ f( I; H* O% F* a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ r! G0 @6 {0 }- Y" ^% TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y. e# K# E: \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( {. ]# G! f5 ]2 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 f/ J% ~- n' i& V+ N2 @# | A: a
How you suffered for you sanity, # ^8 Q( C1 N' r" e! p9 j9 W
How you tried to set them free,
8 b2 }# u" |% S, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & E" n/ {4 L/ l( _5 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Q1 z# J% ]8 r( M/ }+ k0 @2 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . V4 Y+ K8 V6 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ H, u/ G& U' T+ C/ A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 a9 @1 Q! F, |- t. ?1 T) E! B& `
$ q0 V! a" ?0 y$ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& l+ u w9 F( L5 e6 R& O7 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 c& i" k$ B( EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) w- d8 ]6 o' GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, `+ I) P0 ~8 J) N4 ^" l" CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Y. m* J. }, t' s7 m2 N9 _
8 W7 @; n, ^5 v# fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % @. ]3 w3 m: v( x5 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ?8 V5 w/ i; b$ o# RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . W# D& P& _; }7 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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k" s2 H2 C% dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( H4 M; m" E/ a1 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
: `9 {6 U6 p! |! @: C5 qHow you tried to set them free,
* D1 g- I. f0 [" EThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 @4 w1 c! I7 w, y5 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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