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9 R# ]9 P, s; l. N- fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& I7 S, Q( I" G6 L2 }! V/ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 h7 C. l2 R$ d. O R* Y! dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ P9 W6 `1 y+ L; } l7 b% nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 B+ n2 V. U2 Z$ t* }/ J) H* P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 U3 t2 k4 |. {; y8 N) J( j
How you suffered for you sanity, & \8 N7 V1 C0 u$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
1 e+ n: |/ F5 _5 q' b( hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " E9 {0 e& z( t- d4 m3 u; _# _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D$ I) ^5 i, @9 S/ d5 a' {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * G- j) F) M6 ~& U+ C) b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, m2 U" Y( M' J# Q* T) o4 \! C4 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % I) k) i4 E" [/ Z3 r
! V e& }8 i4 H4 E6 C1 ~; `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) F- I7 s0 b+ m n! l+ w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) _, f" z4 F4 Z: \1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 t; r, E" y/ Z; Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, / O, E1 O" c( U" X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, C+ q7 ^, P5 D$ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 h u3 {# A5 z+ A' CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " \7 I4 J( k, X# T5 J4 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 {: o" B1 {: y1 C* 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, . |9 i3 @, m2 ?4 _. N) B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 `+ x0 c) w+ m9 Z. I; J: cHow you tried to set them free,
! A, f/ ~3 N1 w! H. FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 x: M/ ~4 a' z9 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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