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+ Z7 E8 f5 J" G' jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 |7 B' Z" i" \! Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r0 z/ h0 t* y) C" @2 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 D; z3 b2 [7 V) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & E" k+ {" }/ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 i0 s% @3 {# V/ s: k: m5 r4 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ r: v9 _; r# L1 u5 L5 L8 Q; o |How you tried to set them free, - L0 Q5 [) G" ]' P& A: F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) _. {0 S$ u, I8 M9 C* D9 M) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O! A6 j' m+ R- U4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 G+ p" g* D" U* _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" w+ e* m9 e+ l& U9 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. {& w7 `3 C/ Q0 }# k# f) D8 T
( F0 Z8 j* D: Q, e$ r8 k) [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ G% A5 R9 [; b. p1 ~3 T* M# r! RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 j% L% E1 I# e1 s" [3 f7 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 O; @9 u+ V! W4 G9 f4 ]2 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 R2 _/ N/ K% v$ Q/ n" [! F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / d f% X" ~" j M
9 R3 T% o8 {4 P6 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# u$ N- h$ ^& ~7 E) ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Z- i. ?/ P( U+ j. D8 }. B7 M) I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " E$ o8 y1 F2 s( h. Y! i1 e9 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ k. `8 ^) j5 O' ]. vHow you suffered for you sanity,% g8 g, J# u! \$ G
How you tried to set them free,
1 C! {3 Y% D' Q7 r+ @4 B4 o/ }They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 F" k2 V9 y9 x' v C
Perhaps they never will. |
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