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( C4 m" L4 n$ n0 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 \" ]2 K* s, n, g- cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& j q8 a2 q3 u/ t/ R) R' bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' T& s( b& _* Q( lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Y7 i# q( |# I" C8 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 I0 ~! `" t! W- O# xHow you suffered for you sanity, ( n/ o8 w1 a6 x
How you tried to set them free,
4 M6 P8 }+ p! e- R* k3 Z+ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " q! S0 ~' [) u7 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , c8 z& m/ j' ^! Z% A" a; s3 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' I% d, Z2 q a$ O0 @. }4 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f+ B/ D/ h ^2 s8 W, u$ |! }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Y: H8 ` n: u! H8 ]# ^- L
9 k/ S+ k4 A+ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 B) b+ q: x; F* sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / V- n( d# S7 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ m# x) j4 g% v" n$ HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& F. z; }! p7 }. \: g6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # g7 |1 d2 n9 `4 y6 c/ K& ? c5 k
6 O- ]- p3 ^8 P: E( i; BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* B5 W% q; h8 s; B2 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& g/ H+ w( Y L4 y4 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " v9 B* f F0 j. @) [ v, t
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,
: t- z- q( g' T4 |) d+ T9 G9 MHow you suffered for you sanity,7 h2 }6 d6 ]' }. k6 w# }8 V
How you tried to set them free, 9 r, z, E& J* F2 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 V( }4 W: ~7 n! Q+ s0 LPerhaps they never will. |
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