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9 g" I R1 @0 v! o' D! fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * S: k! n: s* q: p p) |4 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 _/ U7 _4 _; p: }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 A9 E6 r/ U. o7 L- ~( u8 _2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) I$ b Z) M& `/ R! q- S1 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: `4 N" M# W. Q3 X: r) o
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 R0 A% a' ]2 i# d; {
How you tried to set them free, * A. k! i* Y5 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* G: g ]' u: [! ~3 f+ M/ j5 s8 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 }) Z7 ? F) ]1 f% h: Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / y8 q7 ^ I. u7 f* j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 t1 n0 |9 t" P5 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & V4 p$ z' l' O) O, L$ G0 B0 h
* F# t. d5 E- nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& }, Q( o g$ b- VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 U# S. \9 I) u: E; ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 }2 e7 [+ E" D& T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
p% M4 v5 ~- a( w6 p* e" MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " V Z" B9 o/ z8 A1 m9 M4 v
# m$ n! T! {, |# U8 F. e w5 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g( I0 _% |( Z) `5 G$ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ }. v5 M* z9 h# K6 P6 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 P9 O% F* a4 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ u& ^0 e8 _7 I2 y& B% I: {6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
# i! c/ m$ F5 J/ n9 Z: mHow you tried to set them free, ; a+ ^4 t( X0 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, * |# x( ]' C2 n$ v. E7 H% H
Perhaps they never will. |
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