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4 V) B+ b }& kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 y- Z Z8 @& Q# l5 C1 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% i( E7 n3 }6 Z' d. R, v" y5 X5 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 {* N8 K7 w& _9 {$ M( i$ o" eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 K/ i0 s2 j' t. ]5 ~/ F- n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 T) f7 l* H( b$ e& [5 D+ ]/ I+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 K$ z( q1 D3 p5 v1 tHow you tried to set them free, / V: @0 }$ ~- R2 N, L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 a. P, w0 S: iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, U; B$ e$ h. dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & t( c y6 n! M5 Q* U0 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 G& w* t7 M+ S3 G- [# w# fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % A8 H) H# X0 n
: x) f, k8 T$ C+ ^7 |- iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 w' R2 F$ @" |" g/ A: p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & P. @* l# ^% A( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' c( ?& |; i& d/ z8 F& n) \. LBut I could have told you, Vincent, : p: P. W g- R% Y s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . n& N" j# `' w& V. C9 j0 r
) x: }5 p& x3 x4 f# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: D% g7 e/ s# T7 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% K8 d9 e7 x$ K0 B9 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 _& |' A' O- i" c) wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 l8 s6 a7 w# p" l5 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! U0 ?& n5 x$ U
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 y5 d: _6 G& p3 RHow you tried to set them free,
" A5 H" c( U2 o( {* o& uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; |2 A3 e; _2 W/ N+ G1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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