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, l% s8 n8 p2 H; Z; R2 s3 v" J6 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; B3 q5 U: Q( I( J, z _4 |5 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( T, m% G/ B! R: E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' c& G% E' D; A1 |4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Y" P; M2 i* x: `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 b. H' F4 S2 J }# c' X' q
How you suffered for you sanity, & ]! ?% L$ o5 d: B7 o" o1 @
How you tried to set them free,
4 o0 i! K. [! C( r3 A. \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 u+ x. d/ d4 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: k- @2 F5 k$ R O- PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 O. }. @5 M5 }- ]' p. L# G& {- n6 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ^1 D8 ~2 X* q# L6 `) W# HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) z# g& k3 o- Q) u0 {; O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % k) D& W: Q8 J8 B/ J& ~; j4 L1 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' b3 F" @1 D( f" ~; Q6 N+ _8 X' q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 @ `! M( `4 W% N9 [# G0 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, & q0 H# @& V& v* n8 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; G. F8 l% t1 j% b
: n6 j; a o) N! D- j5 Y0 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( }" v8 d6 K8 _4 h) D. y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 y( i8 x# v7 a/ P3 R1 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + \ u5 U+ j) p2 a: [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 P, }# f) p! W/ s5 S
0 B! j8 \5 T) fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ^ t9 u( b" @: Y$ w2 |2 LHow you suffered for you sanity, s( k( b7 j) c& N% `5 g1 a9 x
How you tried to set them free,
7 v; Y- j# v5 O8 O7 I+ GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `. a8 f. E# D+ F; C" i" O3 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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