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6 Z8 @' q* L! r; l' l, P, v# O# w2 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 E: v, {& B) s8 b$ ?: z" N7 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " B/ T- v m3 O* w \9 T( O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ Q' [% C& G* J+ c6 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # _5 Y% g% b7 S3 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, V1 S, ^! m$ r+ c- e
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 V) v9 Y: ~' k" K; v4 @
How you tried to set them free,
2 o- l8 m$ A" ^, Y$ ?* X0 f% UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) d, ?6 ?. {' X+ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # i# o9 V! I c( K- U6 R. Y: S7 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ]7 p3 B! B3 } b4 L0 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R3 N* Q3 g! T: I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; V; Q% L2 |6 d
4 f6 I& z% L7 Y6 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) h) X7 v9 T# uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: e( |, h d/ n$ v: f$ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * ?# H# A# U" q1 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, * I: A2 f/ v7 j2 M9 q/ t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& c8 q( h. a# I( O$ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* z% {; M. B7 T3 b ^7 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % v0 N+ ]% b: o+ o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 q. C8 J; A! \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ~& t1 v, l3 z5 t4 ]
8 [! {) j2 D- M$ D1 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 K+ Z# P) v6 P9 {( x7 U8 U% BHow you suffered for you sanity,6 _0 Q2 r) A; T2 }
How you tried to set them free, ; ?3 g; U6 b' [$ m
They would not listen they're not listening still, : O. c @; z% t" w8 Y, \" U
Perhaps they never will. |
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