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2 z# h# Y6 \6 X' I3 o, [) ~$ nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 I" A, i, O4 ~0 c( tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( l/ ^" [7 _0 p' {+ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 m9 e) x% r+ f' zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 {( J' T n% h4 J+ L/ T. d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 E7 z: _3 }8 t/ _6 R0 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ F" R+ X: h1 C+ D+ k0 dHow you tried to set them free, # V; i7 }: C5 N' q3 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R! X( @5 ?3 {# J, l! C$ V( z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& D" e0 N0 Q! `; L2 F2 n1 e! LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) T1 k8 ?1 c6 Q6 ~! i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 s2 D( i7 U" a, l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! o2 b6 |# x* xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
W" B8 E0 \ T* r( CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; V3 X0 S/ ]( b% e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ ^- T! t% @' kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 u( G1 q7 l8 o ~2 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - b3 V: V' l* f# o* T; M
! H% @# G; V" y2 m( l; bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 a+ O9 W/ i! ^% [' e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 Z4 m, Y9 T. U( ^7 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; G2 s' k$ ?8 o5 Q& E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 ^' J% b( K" I6 q gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - e F$ J) [9 m: Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 l3 N5 S# \1 r: c2 i+ q! c3 Y" xHow you tried to set them free,
2 W4 E$ d: C4 r* iThey would not listen they're not listening still, : n0 E) X6 S9 F/ o/ D7 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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