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: y$ w/ H2 E! x. Z" gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / g8 r7 }5 }4 u* b6 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " w+ L v6 u1 H# r% }, O; I- G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( X$ O+ V7 ]. G' h0 S3 \1 q3 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 z) x0 n% }' I; m. P! O0 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! k G7 b$ z* ]( d6 V' LHow you suffered for you sanity, ; Q* Y X; k' F% C. c$ \; o
How you tried to set them free, 5 o+ }" s$ K- h9 F% R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * }' k2 p4 r+ L2 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 N8 \/ d% T1 J; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 h1 ?+ a- `& Q8 I1 `. FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 K- R" h7 @ T8 n/ Z5 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 Q' {0 J( O+ E3 \9 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, m7 K2 [8 [$ K. Z& v2 |) iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 F; N' W$ K4 Z+ B; f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 f: H5 M; w$ M2 H/ `0 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 X$ z3 p; ?* [) d$ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ]$ S+ V" C% V
! d9 V# a& {( ^5 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |; O5 b4 P6 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 G8 }+ f' O. f- }7 P& i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 N Z7 w4 |: Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / B- w; M, F* R3 u3 a( \
% I9 @0 X7 @) H* S+ h) TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, Q- A: o. ?" k
How you suffered for you sanity,
; }5 Y" h9 C' d) V7 F: tHow you tried to set them free,
* r) X! a1 X( N5 e5 mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 X+ u& ?8 `$ Z+ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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