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- i& ^' `2 _' j; Q/ `+ g6 j9 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ r- W/ a7 x$ f0 N! g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, J9 s/ l: g/ f2 I! EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; {3 X5 J! u2 T. C9 m# Q. C$ s P) gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' v' N6 u; O5 L) f0 u! aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( M0 Q; c2 j/ O' i9 w7 e7 N4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Y4 G# v, ~; `2 |* Y4 M5 cHow you tried to set them free, # U, y9 P3 A8 N: L9 t3 F' c' i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Q2 ~. R$ S* ]3 B- ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 p+ T. }. D& f h: K$ ~* B: F. vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I% C% @0 T, j4 |$ o8 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# B+ `7 |; b7 q. LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % p6 f( }+ G' O4 L- f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * J6 J. X( p( Z4 I9 t) w( T7 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ P) U- B( x& e( V1 g- l& _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 E$ Y3 V: p8 m( O
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' q) z |5 K& B) Y1 P9 @$ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 n6 _& Q% |+ v$ _- K0 R
! y8 j( D) f- J' b! n' X7 V# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 V9 O7 b9 y7 z- Q' @) n* b# u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 M; w" i8 W3 ^. i4 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ~4 Z: H' b" p7 Y. J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " D! Z+ x/ q0 g/ O
) Z3 u0 m1 \* F$ z; k( v8 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 t1 b: ?; D; A3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K! Y' h4 P5 m6 h7 }( }How you tried to set them free,
2 C4 f: s, @' B: ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 q4 t' `' k* w$ b, ]) M6 }Perhaps they never will. |
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