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! P- i# T4 ]+ N- I2 E% Y3 w( tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! {0 Y: X7 U/ x" z7 g( B' p+ z i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # s9 `+ j6 Y2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! P! U6 a& ]* _. ^5 t5 D8 L0 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ ~, g' R" z7 \* m7 }" W* A( fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 v: s. m/ L# `+ }0 ?. _1 ?' zHow you suffered for you sanity,
( u/ Y& U3 J* v2 c9 h5 SHow you tried to set them free, 6 h- t4 H; S* X6 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" L1 v. }2 W5 R# n& kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o( U' J, u+ E" g8 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, x! K! H8 J7 R7 j+ s3 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
A- m9 [$ l8 l+ z- zWeathered 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,
" v, T+ B) k6 X+ `; `( h) v7 j: \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 O6 Z4 t; D0 w5 M! W: A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 O7 c+ I* l& C& tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. x- Q1 X" K2 N, o# j- TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' Y; b" B+ F6 q% B8 u+ r& v1 d
. M8 N3 I9 B, d6 i/ }/ y% lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, \& q# Y1 a& R# l: U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 K) W/ H- h9 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) H( L* v* ?# P- j9 U" C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |- f4 g0 y R$ e* n- x
t* a, A/ f5 ^. XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ]# G( D3 d5 c* d9 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
; o3 f- \6 n2 {: a+ s$ `1 I5 wHow you tried to set them free, ) u% n8 h* Y, V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! b7 K) }( x, t' y2 S" Y6 }Perhaps they never will. |
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