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, Y! _: N, s" z! ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , b& \7 t# a" x# e% @# j" A8 t& t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& L3 s4 Z% w" F- |7 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% U9 l7 b2 G9 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 O$ |) m- p! H7 A& N4 Q E1 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# R* w' g8 l3 _How you suffered for you sanity, $ z' X- p, a7 Q$ s3 B: S! Z
How you tried to set them free, 6 i: E! z7 _# R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' [0 K! E3 c' V2 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 m4 C' U2 E7 {: d: ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 a2 Z7 m7 j7 C4 _4 w5 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L& p0 T* O* A! H9 w; PWeathered 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,
3 O3 e2 e& C. w r1 `; |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( \9 l8 Z% T5 S8 |1 f5 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 I5 e, e; s# ]" Z9 H8 Q$ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @# Q2 p- X3 \9 `0 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k' C( E& m' W L
6 p- a: ?. q6 e1 i; t: i1 Q s qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 S9 P ]7 t; ?# v5 a1 |+ p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / a' U5 z" l' o L/ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
O8 t" a1 ]/ t) OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 d' G/ B) ]* B4 q) x0 v
# S0 Q9 a; w. Z9 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 B2 N# [2 X7 F: ~) Z! N
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 h; D' m* \" r" p' ]How you tried to set them free, 6 K/ e0 ~' ~/ u3 I' ?8 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H$ O/ {8 s. q. ]; q) I3 rPerhaps they never will. |
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