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' k+ R) L1 B N3 |" }/ EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ?6 r+ f$ d3 J: l/ Z# _9 n. Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& q9 k: C3 P" Z/ H& WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# j) |( o) k- R8 E' f6 _# JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " q) @! K& Y1 C$ h7 h0 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! F( o1 Y6 j* K4 ?& lHow you suffered for you sanity,
" x" `- M4 W& e1 kHow you tried to set them free, 6 U- n4 t' l$ s7 j5 \$ \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) W; m) G( g# j6 B2 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: t9 M% F& s, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" D) k* c& F# o( c: mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 p# {. w, H# `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J8 T7 o5 N" Z. I, b$ {3 p* |
# n% k i6 c8 z; l" T0 U+ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ n2 V1 l- d5 L* I, q) ^/ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 |% P% p) i& A1 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 X j$ A2 a; w) Q& X6 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' t; j( q$ x% P! U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' I F" C* U3 ^8 q
|* b* G" Z( q( EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ C, |5 ^" @4 O; IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* ]* }( J! {! E/ K5 h6 a1 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# r8 c8 _, O6 x4 }6 `- d1 o4 D) xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 {: i8 F; \! {: r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 [7 w- k; u, `) a) G2 X6 D& V5 fHow you suffered for you sanity,- k3 b* V m& D, {! T% \
How you tried to set them free, 8 z6 i+ k$ ?) W, z- }4 C" `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 F( ]* `' m! Z. o; fPerhaps they never will. |
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