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H( A* ~( j7 V! R9 `& t7 d) lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* i# [4 B& S$ ]9 v. z8 V# k8 t5 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: m+ i# o$ ]1 q/ a3 J$ h: Q6 I" LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 m0 h8 K+ n9 q9 n; E, BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - R, F* H. i' d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 x( T% p+ j. C- E) W
How you suffered for you sanity,
# f2 j, L, \6 V% {4 e* h* @4 IHow you tried to set them free, 3 {. Q& g& h: _* V4 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' S' {/ K% P* F9 D6 K2 m% T# |4 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: \8 t( n9 u; G, f# O' X" `; ?- QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( U' H9 g2 k9 X* s3 o6 D3 U$ ^8 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , S- c$ Z3 u' v! p* g3 D; i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + V* x5 n* ]8 ~$ q/ W, S( z
. A7 F$ w* u) `) y1 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 k g7 i! y6 J8 { ~9 x) w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 { F7 B( z& ~; ~1 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ]2 v& i8 D/ J. i0 P! p6 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) D) N. @# C+ K s4 k# W0 u, f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Z) S" J( N2 l
, S6 o, X' s! V& E2 C7 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 D& y9 H# }9 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 c2 s' v) A4 H$ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : g1 q* B8 ]# j& D3 ~: `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % }2 s: ~, l6 w' v1 A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 X* O8 [: e, j3 ~ o$ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 p6 s$ m- O+ p8 M) z( M- aHow you tried to set them free, ; l Z$ y, } p! Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ a9 q9 c( H* b6 P7 xPerhaps they never will. |
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