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) v- T# n* N9 @3 F$ w8 Z) s1 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 `) s. S" I5 i# N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ?8 h0 e" l( Q M6 W' |0 K! OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, I+ Q% @4 [, u. Z; k$ w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! _ [1 }4 m) F7 {# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# | P4 q, \1 |1 e5 {How you suffered for you sanity, t( P3 q+ ?! J3 v
How you tried to set them free, * i3 {3 Y+ ]1 q/ `' I1 p( h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# N, i( L& W( g- NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 G, p j1 _- O2 w: n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; I) R ^6 U2 f7 T9 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % x/ @8 Z' R; `1 U
Weathered 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,
1 g+ |: d" C, G1 U4 ~8 Y* gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! p1 v; U0 j! q2 ]) c7 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % z' X& X3 e+ ~1 O% [% G8 [& T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% |' _" W. }2 d, r& E8 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 D b0 {& `; z8 Z/ w
9 A" Q1 U7 b$ W4 O1 ]# i! N$ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' {8 v9 L7 K+ K% ?0 Z* zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 P* C9 G0 G5 k0 d; aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 A. |- [3 G' n, \: W+ D) i! mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# `6 g/ @ @# Y" D- l) hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! [5 c3 T8 Y3 L- T0 x7 r, l" @
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 X! S7 A: y% t/ Y0 F, Y; e j( r/ eHow you tried to set them free, 4 Y/ R9 v" o6 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, / X( M5 V( }8 P* g
Perhaps they never will. |
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