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! T+ h" P8 Q9 f3 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' i2 T) x9 u9 P7 p8 P. i0 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ]0 i w: q( O9 H9 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ }# z; X7 q- O# C# H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! u3 C/ H- @: o$ W, T+ L+ I, [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* `( g$ S$ _; u8 Q% E
How you suffered for you sanity, ; i; E9 X2 [2 h& d
How you tried to set them free, ( b1 M2 M- ~0 s( _+ V; \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ?+ ]3 a; u/ H3 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& T9 c$ z+ J3 P) y. KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / l6 y/ T* b" r# f8 `( V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ]. B2 Z6 D. {& Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ]. N9 |+ a) @# x+ H2 T
0 [, {, J8 ~5 @7 K' @1 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 J3 u# o5 P" A+ b/ ?; h. C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" x9 P+ t4 o" W1 ^7 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, i0 B+ O9 ?* S: v; m' U
But I could have told you, Vincent, * Q- M& J1 j5 `4 a) N+ |2 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: { J0 G6 |+ s [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; U1 G% X$ `6 b3 _ Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - Y& A2 J3 v2 }8 ?9 Z+ ]( ^ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . s( j; x% A L5 @/ t" _
: o( z2 n& N0 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! u |: X) Y0 h3 @( r8 I
How you suffered for you sanity,9 b. U3 B; w/ t7 g$ [/ Y4 ]! W* D
How you tried to set them free, , ? `0 z6 Z: H9 Z$ a4 [" M
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' X' Y$ }( H+ I0 h3 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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