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* x0 A9 J& O; Z6 {4 V @8 Z! fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ?, Y: r9 P( q7 R3 a% Y. o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / P, \5 c7 M0 ^) {$ d# X- Y+ Y! ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& p- c T! Q* Y6 I, gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + k1 r/ l! D1 r/ H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: l& j* k) ]8 o7 X7 r( n# ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 O) N+ F9 I4 }! A1 x! b
How you tried to set them free,
6 l* N# A" f$ I [) bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ^% c- E- L' \# L8 G' [3 ^; x! I) GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, i# _- I7 h: G8 n1 @& R0 _7 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! B8 \& }4 }& ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! w" n+ h+ a) Z/ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * T! L. B# K# ~; Y- X6 X! Y# ?
* j3 Y q; n; J/ j G$ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 @' ?1 T! S( P1 E0 @9 Y) ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 \: s( t8 _/ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 s/ E, d7 K4 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 M' }0 p+ m& B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 } a! o6 B& b. |* n8 X K/ l+ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + N- W* @: V4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. m( Y& c% Z& c, f d F6 n* {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ?6 e9 ?) V& I5 {" DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 x, H; h0 h+ z5 d# T5 E7 _1 J+ f: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) _6 H2 ^* m# [; | }; p+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
& g$ F1 b& _! } T+ hHow you tried to set them free, 2 N( k2 p6 i ~! n" W+ U' k
They would not listen they're not listening still, * B7 N+ }) [! k Z% L
Perhaps they never will. |
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