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+ l( c" p! }+ I3 p" iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , R* U% g. m, l. b# V, `* Q( I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * t' W# W8 b* V2 t; D2 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, r- A& e3 L9 c- b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; G0 s3 Z& }* k5 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ [4 ?: E& H. A3 N1 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 C2 V* E! s9 L! J- t9 v4 ~& U
How you tried to set them free, + M- s. x3 r- W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ V0 g3 r, E3 C# Z, Y, Y9 F1 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' U) O, b$ j3 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! g' o# Q/ T# e1 m) a. o1 k. S u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. V9 M8 ]* h ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# z2 g; F% R$ t- _- e4 g4 H! X. }& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) s% H+ J9 p5 p7 a) v$ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. }% q, _) u# n, M2 c$ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
h) P) v0 ^6 {/ H" eBut I could have told you, Vincent, , ~6 i% N2 _1 m* `, ?; V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % V: u1 [' u, Y8 Y; |5 _
& X& @: r+ _' N; QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: r& Z* K" a5 x# C F% RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" I5 f1 D$ t! l9 `# L7 w3 V8 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - t, d$ C0 N3 I& D% V m, D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s; W: \6 j" d' f. @/ M6 J
6 f' } _! o, c& K4 a. x. w1 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* M# c$ {0 X2 c/ w! gHow you suffered for you sanity,& G; e, s( ?, ^
How you tried to set them free, ! i- k& `4 E! C+ D6 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, . K8 {1 r" G7 l; `$ F& ^1 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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