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! J: C9 |, M. t$ f1 ?9 t7 H! f- R/ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: i9 Q' {- b3 K; R: D0 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * J, H5 Y0 z* j6 H/ }0 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 s. I/ c6 e" f. Y- n: I! ?7 h9 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; n9 a7 ]9 _8 Y; ^: {7 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) a! c* @$ }: \# qHow you suffered for you sanity,
# |* f- F9 P; W; uHow you tried to set them free, 2 i0 `1 a% Z9 c. B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 S9 t8 M0 Z. K% S& ?) d1 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ~0 e# ?3 E5 P+ g! ^6 w- u$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 ~. i4 Y1 ~9 H( R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 F7 n+ L+ L; }& JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ o5 B* ^1 m1 H. sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - j( C9 L, }/ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Y _8 B7 D+ ]! }9 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 N. n! {( S+ j! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) @# K* S* ^3 H8 Q
G0 G" t( |& a7 X9 D/ M0 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- O0 @4 l: q, j% W9 k2 o: l7 H. kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T. r8 f' r$ V. C; M% b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# z+ @- `- g( n4 Y3 o8 x4 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 f* ?# f1 t5 M% \! n, @- T1 }/ qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, e) k! @1 F& X7 y; {How you suffered for you sanity,
; \2 a; e5 S) d3 B i5 Y2 ZHow you tried to set them free, 2 x: b& u6 `3 p! c' u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! F4 w: K+ u* Z* [3 n9 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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