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. `+ M G8 w; y7 h, t# CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. y E9 d/ @* T; @. C) rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & t4 O' X1 e4 S7 C! \/ R: h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S7 D2 y$ ~* Q' rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + B* h9 J, }1 j' q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. |$ |- _. y% h/ y8 f, tHow you suffered for you sanity,
% V' |, y( ]6 S) vHow you tried to set them free, 5 A4 z. d7 T0 w3 T" L! M- Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Y( ]4 ?) J5 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* q6 `6 f) d1 A2 c. qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ~ u$ m G fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, a$ i9 W8 c3 Y+ {2 {- {7 qWeathered 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,
: m C' o2 o* o5 _7 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ^: p7 y8 h5 H, R4 P7 K/ O; eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ]/ I$ B5 A) N u; Y' f9 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 }. W7 n4 S( X" b$ i$ ^! l% M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + a! X8 @- v" P+ J1 Z* h; h3 j) S! Z
5 {5 x, U+ ?( Q$ d* S. D' [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* v/ k; ] ]0 ~+ A. \/ e! \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ~$ r7 A; e+ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ?, ]3 z! u6 o: nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Y! R, o4 `5 |/ Y n$ G6 H4 ]
7 \. J- G9 N# p& u JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 X1 V! B! M! U% K9 v2 m. l2 ~+ e# WHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 V" z7 a2 V2 {4 I5 k5 a, }How you tried to set them free, 6 v, E" w' w5 ?& j* m$ {, r% c
They would not listen they're not listening still, # e b9 Y! p3 o, K. ^9 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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