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' J: Q1 e- Y; X, g& j# z3 Z7 c; aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 k0 P, ^3 F6 T. c/ h/ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , N) D' `& `+ {# C) ], i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, @' Z" I; o; D4 }1 [: i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! T Z# j5 k$ @; a0 `' l0 n \+ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 H% t4 X1 P0 V, I" B/ NHow you suffered for you sanity, - F0 l; Y1 r& y
How you tried to set them free, ! I3 e8 O/ v0 a1 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 E q6 t8 j$ f$ Q5 ]; y+ j! eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, @4 I* J( T# c/ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; a& x" N9 j4 P3 u3 X1 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' d# p4 y8 l% N! IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ g# @; f% C$ G1 ` D& m4 ~% K, @% ~
; E `% X) o; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . U, w. U1 `( `( z5 m. c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 y0 v3 @4 y$ I( O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . t- N/ Y: q! }/ I' } A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ]% y) f3 \) e# S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 H( h' @1 m5 x/ i) @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# R6 z# u7 Y4 {* \; E5 \" xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' g* ~/ @" W" `0 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ]( R: ~7 a: V" w
7 D; r1 |$ n) m2 |* r) a' O" ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d1 U& {) |! w2 t$ }( h$ p8 Z. K
How you suffered for you sanity,, c0 D; Z0 L% E8 _ U
How you tried to set them free,
' g6 ^/ r0 o9 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' l7 E4 y2 e" K
Perhaps they never will. |
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