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! I3 j# |- V! jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; y. D7 x( J7 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Z- E- [; B8 {; uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- J# A0 B* m0 Q' e4 `4 ^! f" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A5 g" A% s `3 o* o* [- S* H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s: |, E6 J0 m: G9 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 n2 z, |3 H! ?4 K' i; l$ r$ `# k
How you tried to set them free, 8 |' q; I5 r& Z% a2 v& b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 I/ n! E" j* C5 Q- }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 f0 @& s: i3 }5 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Y# ]' n# i' ^' W0 g, M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ i1 Z( M$ k2 E+ V0 g6 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . H3 @! [$ @9 T' \% r$ ~, C
4 G+ b7 j/ R$ X. U$ z% K SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! O: @$ w* ~$ j, L5 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % k3 e5 L" C6 [3 ^/ @6 @4 ^( @4 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ @( t! k) `+ }; A' a& u" U/ C; wBut I could have told you, Vincent, - F1 R) r/ s* b8 c3 P3 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! i) O0 i2 c0 r* B; a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) [. G. [- S+ ^% X& _( n8 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 R+ ~4 m; L; S2 G5 K" b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 v3 ^4 o9 W' }: v- V! P, zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + F/ F2 K* R5 l3 B" h2 v+ J
0 U+ p2 K) ~3 I& ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % u! a1 T; k$ A0 C5 e, D! m; @7 m
How you suffered for you sanity,, }& v. J) `) M. l
How you tried to set them free, , _. j2 ~& T, N1 D; G
They would not listen they're not listening still, - @8 x# \( s6 j6 R( B6 Z7 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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