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+ I0 H: n% ^4 u/ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, V% O9 y+ S3 C, L7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 z5 Z, r G" R. LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 ^& `4 ?; |1 Y2 ]0 {1 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) X& T" l" n" x h, }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* f4 _; E P S$ k2 S) v' QHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 o2 b% t1 G6 p; IHow you tried to set them free, 2 `0 r$ p5 F t1 g$ j4 _/ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' A: \; l2 I d8 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 f$ C9 i' P& X9 z2 L! `- F- XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c; M; l. F# i7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( P# E2 `0 o; aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! |! A* P, \$ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# l5 O2 p$ }2 L. J! C. [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ]% x5 O2 L9 Q1 H1 f- VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" F! x1 C7 M" [# R( bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 w, U0 Z9 C6 Q3 b% j7 N' L& pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : C @$ r2 {; K% f
. G! b3 Z J) s b# r( m& E0 O3 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; S# ~+ T! P, [' n$ T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ~) |* C2 C& l6 V' uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Z* H/ H( {! {! L; l1 u' o( f4 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 ^* L$ O' g0 V2 Z/ U
7 @* l# n/ Z7 M9 e2 v) y3 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " {1 f. f3 i+ s. P* O' p0 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
* _; z, Y. _) z& o& wHow you tried to set them free,
3 x# k, e V4 n9 @" ^4 RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! l4 }8 q5 \7 S4 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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