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. ?. ]9 v* B. B: i0 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 _0 U9 w5 o$ s4 i/ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, M6 r& n4 ]! G: }9 j q; x$ xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ |! E2 O# @8 _9 a) v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / U( G" a( ?6 l* h1 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 F1 e9 w$ D, `* d3 U9 w
How you suffered for you sanity, - v1 {, S7 r" @9 M8 u
How you tried to set them free,
0 J2 H. l: A \6 W. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- G9 u# p1 W2 a6 r* D* jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 _8 o9 C4 j9 Q% S8 w; kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 T4 @* [- L( @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Y( w$ U7 F% y1 }* C" c4 @6 T' O4 j8 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 J I. N) X3 M8 O: d( G$ {) C. n
/ o. k7 ]% B9 C8 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 z' Z2 y+ G9 K$ I% e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % T: Q0 g- w& k. {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% `( N5 R) [# j* Z0 a3 N, SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; Q2 J5 I% k% ]! e4 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& B; M) a# {7 S; tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, y+ A" S! N% O, n# r7 ]1 {) ?' CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ x% D1 G6 ?# E& C5 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 A# t) r8 k! I& o: bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Q" ~/ A7 k! d/ R$ U' |
" }" ~0 C J" A, L3 C/ h8 b; K- c+ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ v/ e0 q l9 [How you suffered for you sanity,
2 p- F$ @5 v$ @) Q0 m7 lHow you tried to set them free, w# |) q0 M' g: p. s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Z( n6 k8 {* A3 s' L6 F5 E4 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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