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! h8 Y8 ^0 C/ A9 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 i5 \5 ~8 c' f3 T* [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" B J. l% {/ ]7 V0 j( ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( f+ i: h1 Z7 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
h) E6 F( D3 e4 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) X* }9 M) v. q9 L; Q' J5 ]. a, G
How you suffered for you sanity, # A2 {2 u1 l% Q+ F/ w7 s
How you tried to set them free, ! `0 K: r( ~& h, ^+ j8 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 i0 B: a ]+ `7 I: U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 b& [2 A! Y) O8 \( jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 W$ x7 N5 l+ Z$ O# X; g1 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 u/ M2 U) U" ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 N* B8 E2 _9 K) cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * s8 u; j i7 c8 {" Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( }# F$ ^) P: K9 R2 M' t. K- p9 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 y) s' g) M/ y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ N3 P, E4 o' P# d" q) WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 M" |9 y! R5 {1 n; b2 _7 V
: B4 S$ o2 w9 y4 g& n7 T4 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 M+ X3 h* c& G# I) F" C) F! t. qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 s- i. H- c3 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
C. h0 B5 g4 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " A" x2 }/ ?! v; n4 |! r: Q9 M
7 s! i5 ^& c! fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( C1 y# ^/ k5 C( Z% v2 a, wHow you suffered for you sanity,( I; t N) P7 n4 V3 i7 L
How you tried to set them free, % O5 X( x* _6 J- D* T% p0 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ k2 G1 n! @) g* ? N" I: e& F( f% l
Perhaps they never will. |
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