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; X. ?: h$ ]7 S; T- s) lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % O& R) _+ ~' n; f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 R& E1 [9 ~) z' ^( R* |# C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ~2 t* f# s" J" u1 ?- c/ _4 p, Z7 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Q* d. N `" }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 }# P5 n% p2 v# F
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 ?% r9 k5 D1 j
How you tried to set them free,
$ B u7 p. d! o5 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - S+ F, f8 C( M( t2 U1 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# l+ D/ N+ n# j* RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 m& c2 w; Q* O y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % V3 u, R9 U0 W E: s; E6 ^8 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 |) y0 d4 B% K: r- w ~1 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; c) T7 Q0 J! R4 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; i i# M* R6 [/ D: E# H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 [! l, _. k9 Y3 c) YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 E0 S& O0 s, j: i Q* X
( b% W/ A9 H5 [" {6 @ C" bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & U6 Y& U7 X7 ^: Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; @' ]8 r. \! ~, f3 K( L4 l7 x. ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 I2 l" \2 Z! q. i: j/ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) h* d. q, F+ Q6 O( b8 d
8 y$ W" n; p: U' ^, Q6 L+ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' P& C3 \* I' L9 F- G8 M9 {2 cHow you suffered for you sanity,, I# V3 N) |) t/ w, r1 _
How you tried to set them free, * e7 x3 @5 e& a# `5 @) y, D8 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, % x6 X" u* O) m* V8 f5 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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