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/ W6 I! ] e. J* eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 [- K3 M4 \+ X- r$ P' ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . @7 p4 m& @# n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 F/ G# j5 R5 m4 A* Z9 a7 y& f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; Z# [3 @) p9 D7 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; e% \ N- t# o+ u$ E6 h9 P v& W7 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 y/ s: X3 P8 j( [
How you tried to set them free, 3 V& v+ ~. r0 s7 ]3 @' ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " H+ w9 V5 F, J( T* G$ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 O1 B4 u2 m! @6 v2 q% B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, x4 a- x0 K- I7 _9 e; rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! d! M) _% r( O3 L5 Q; Q. a' n" @Weathered 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,
; X; H6 q: k( V# R, N. `; A, t/ ^, J8 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % k. f) w8 w* V% d# Y" T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* R1 S l5 t8 y# p9 `- W0 n5 y8 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 A( T4 j' i9 Q- QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 _5 y; K. v8 ^# z3 {" A
" [5 A4 P- y) W( U: ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 y; `# p) `# r3 ?$ O1 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) i3 P8 D% Z3 W3 x' ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a8 u; N3 ]2 S9 A8 G2 n% _5 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . x& |" z0 ~0 s) R5 ?: o3 y' M
) A9 q: O' g6 n$ x% PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , z& u5 E* L7 {! m/ @# n2 ^( c! H
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 M; _' R4 a. d0 _/ U4 u: W+ w; UHow you tried to set them free, ' j/ X0 E+ H3 Y- C( z5 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! w7 n2 t9 ^: t* o. X
Perhaps they never will. |
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