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1 Z: Q& L: ]+ p: y5 E4 w0 z4 A eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 a2 Y' H- f# n3 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; U( @+ v# V) k! ?- ?8 l) x& n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 M% ]0 }4 ^' U5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t @! S9 w: V0 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 \4 S2 C! D9 W
How you suffered for you sanity, " w. q5 E" R) D' j) Q! y
How you tried to set them free,
; q/ O: T" N% W8 a6 Q5 a7 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" j. U+ S B, u( ]9 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& h1 R h2 q. c0 I" `% Q: X; TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }6 {( l& b2 F" L/ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 }, W( {8 Y% m: C1 M/ w3 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , L- T5 i9 Y6 P, {, N+ V6 K# q
( q0 k* b$ t0 H6 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( V' k& s3 m3 l9 }: }) R, ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ?' x& T. u: t& G$ m ]% gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 c, M, r! t0 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 v5 l- _( {* g: N, B0 K- x1 [9 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( d/ h$ U( J4 H7 F& Z! ~( B% O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 t; E4 B f! N+ }( k' ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 [& P L( ~1 r; S5 L, m! q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' L' V- m/ S _% c* i, pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + B4 a0 M8 h) ^+ }6 z7 f! U0 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & z4 E3 t3 _, U
How you suffered for you sanity,3 G0 Y0 _- t0 b o5 r2 Z
How you tried to set them free,
# q- x/ L2 r2 t4 i( X7 ^+ OThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ b2 L, J3 t( j3 ]/ t$ }1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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