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0 u7 t- f/ s( \1 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, E, k% Q9 v. K! i% V0 H2 X) z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; r. o, R! F+ I. ?) m, Q5 y, R( U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 a4 R" o2 f3 t3 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" N0 h( y r$ i' a7 N7 E; l8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ V4 ~2 P8 L3 v3 k' x, V! v! ]; HHow you suffered for you sanity,
: D" n" c& W/ ?How you tried to set them free, - E: F O4 p# t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ?' {( K7 s F3 _. \+ [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ o/ F+ |! q- p( {5 Z" U& a. Z* d6 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; j- A$ K$ u: d z5 {. m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " [( y9 D2 s: N# j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 |' Y6 w. b! C1 R. Q' ]4 R( x: m& L
5 r4 G$ N5 r! U& g, wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 [: I: B; d& X# M# P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - O$ u1 p' Y! ]" w9 d$ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # c1 n, s+ P2 g% F2 V$ V+ C' f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 S ?, n5 J5 k" m' o; Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 T m4 J* r; N( E
/ B3 I. C5 B+ @% d. q# v% \$ X9 J+ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 k* A5 N/ x8 g. `; R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + z0 C* O; C% O k! E9 j4 P( T7 a B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 H6 ^9 d1 t' x8 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S8 ?" @) ?3 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 K4 S1 O7 K* ]) ]& F9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
' I7 X1 w. m( h1 \0 ]2 zHow you tried to set them free,
2 V5 V) ]8 G2 B* L" ^4 h- mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: l* e" u _( `: U0 N* z, |Perhaps they never will. |
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