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. k' Z, N H5 k0 c$ `% XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ]+ o$ R' ~! K- F& i+ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 N! j+ p/ ~. G2 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: U$ n) E/ D- e& ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # F8 k3 u. w3 D* Q- F; H5 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
E' w1 d1 r& NHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 n# I" ?* T4 L3 }5 U- I8 i- C
How you tried to set them free, - d3 K' i8 |/ R) e7 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - @( I l8 n3 }( B, w) }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" [" \. n) _6 G) n8 E* fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 R C; _9 r# @ n6 K1 ?: _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ?# S4 T' ^" _4 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 j) l) S, J; U0 F
) Y% J9 C2 S# U$ A) `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 X9 e0 e0 o0 z/ q! J x q GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ U3 f7 T) k0 o2 b; b0 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O: E% u( ^3 x& r/ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 h4 M9 s, W) ?' |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% X) z. r- Z- X$ l; ]/ KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - H0 d" \& m. {! r4 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 e8 E$ }2 t: v* ]5 E& l7 p% P, ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
W; {+ v a$ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H/ h) ^" b+ a/ z
# i$ ]- I; a( _# D7 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; q2 q1 \) B( c& THow you suffered for you sanity,
! a5 B) z( P, a4 w; _How you tried to set them free,
+ E# S$ k( m! p( P& \0 Z8 v. Z( @They would not listen they're not listening still,
- u P1 A8 a: d0 K1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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