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! e7 L5 N' H0 f; i( jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 q' x& [0 n' H- ^, }& m8 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; u8 [1 p* ^+ }6 S3 k4 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# M5 Z: @1 M0 Y- J3 E3 z0 d: P! z- ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' S5 z+ {1 t( H# ? N$ G* a! A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a! t! b9 C/ Z" L9 e/ t
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 c' t6 z$ _- p: {: d5 kHow you tried to set them free,
r8 I- ? j) B) }1 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - ]3 d* F1 I- |3 L4 h, v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 E b6 B( p x- b$ @6 Z- {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 Z, J- O/ g: [8 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % |* b& y- S1 L1 w: j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 p) Z+ E$ n& y) F$ K2 g% J$ W
q4 k+ |9 @- s- h+ a6 R9 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 _6 x9 H6 L- W- R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 h7 ?# N; q4 ^% e7 F1 V1 }( P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 M* I: I& h- sBut I could have told you, Vincent, v8 x8 O* e% B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & f( G, x2 \6 V7 a6 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
T/ }! Z' X" z2 e( H) D( f5 n iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! L0 C3 V6 D, q6 P% r Y) ]. X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " `, e& z. }/ m! F
& }) V, i4 U( A+ k7 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r9 @& y j, R0 V, PHow you suffered for you sanity,, G$ k# J6 C# ~2 p, U4 ~
How you tried to set them free, # ~ s3 x' d( N7 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, . L/ p3 F% M* B# l! m; ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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