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' T8 N I: \! M9 F) pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 a1 z0 X( | U4 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ?( v' E2 f# ` z3 j5 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' M( `$ a7 @& p7 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 U! |2 L+ s/ J% H& x _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: V! H3 i* w- K, e" h; u' uHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ G/ o6 f& j+ E& ^+ ~/ ?; qHow you tried to set them free,
3 R v) F5 J4 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Y2 `9 s+ I# r8 t! n; i: V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- |- u$ _% v. c- h# W) gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 P. l1 G( X: }- vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x# \3 k% Q: a* NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ~* q3 z( |/ c% Q9 k2 Y
i( j0 D+ k4 b- F9 W" ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& |, \% x" f3 y1 x* G4 i& i* q& {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 ]7 G) r. W+ J8 u5 L6 }, ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Q0 k0 x. q* @5 @1 W! R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) p9 Z+ R* a! `1 S5 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 f G9 k. j! A. E% e0 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. k5 K! W' m+ S* d( dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 D5 `- B4 X/ D# L! ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 |* a8 S3 ~7 j! W% J2 @# s/ ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( t. _' `- u$ \/ p s
, ^ m9 \" p. \6 `" mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: o! P( x5 U) _How you suffered for you sanity,
6 w1 o; A4 }7 h( K& jHow you tried to set them free, h2 S& g3 y+ \) g7 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, K' }5 O$ u* P/ v) v4 N- U* i
Perhaps they never will. |
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