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' ?9 J* B1 N6 f+ O1 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 q$ { p) G9 f2 n8 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ]# k0 E+ q2 Q& b3 O+ o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& U8 M! p; v. A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - a9 O) Y2 B: k" {) q' A$ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 \6 w# f% j( _3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 j# `. g: z6 tHow you tried to set them free, 9 G! F5 c/ c' a, r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 ]$ F, S3 M$ T( |+ X% N( YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; p6 L) z4 I( m X: LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B6 S) c0 O% g' A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# J. r# T- K& \$ W7 [" q9 j XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & @! O1 J9 T e' k- s2 ]
3 V; I/ x# b0 B3 S3 q. }& AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 b7 M7 K$ M1 ^2 K: P. ~! lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: D' b; h \& E2 n' sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & q1 p0 ^6 p3 ]% B1 W7 @( ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 H5 R0 s6 N) q, J9 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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h7 v7 J7 m6 Q% m1 m0 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( s2 @% e( Q3 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & n) N7 ~4 v9 |, x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" h9 u( c- r0 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 L$ n$ i+ |$ \3 M8 U
" j# o8 h0 X# ^. R2 w* }1 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: _$ O. v/ R7 N8 O' I$ g$ GHow you suffered for you sanity,0 V! q1 T* [) i, R& N! [; v
How you tried to set them free,
) Z2 x! e# D' k) K! {: C- IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# o' G; R" S$ o) u9 bPerhaps they never will. |
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