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1 J3 `' P7 R% ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 }! J1 u7 j& u6 j( O6 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 o$ I3 ~6 a& T" @, j- v! @. O2 Z) G% I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 F; d2 v* f0 ^4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 [+ H* l) ]: F( f2 ^6 o1 k0 ^, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 U @* N- U5 W0 }! B: R1 C6 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
' _' k/ q' m! V2 _! v2 z' _) QHow you tried to set them free,
9 S) ]4 S5 B \+ ~& ^/ f6 f4 B% z2 L" NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ E' ^1 h! \) L4 d. lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 w3 z- F5 a. @# O+ c$ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
F5 ?% I& C( c9 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ]4 t: v$ l' g& G7 n, U, QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) n( S+ `3 C0 K: I2 Q( Q
9 [$ G$ N2 \7 c. ?$ eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ ~* W% O' l& v9 ]7 z# nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ?5 C8 i5 Y% K0 `9 s, W; |" Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , |) U5 o: V# m: w0 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, : H6 P, F& ]0 b3 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ]5 }: e# F+ r: D! w: K
/ R8 F2 [- V# ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! c% ~& N4 ~1 c! S; \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: H% g9 q0 s) x( V! I* gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % a" H% n) n+ X- I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 R/ k/ R9 c/ u0 }& XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 e7 g# k! Z9 F9 z8 B AHow you suffered for you sanity,. |' U, p, m8 `/ e& t5 `! d9 n+ [
How you tried to set them free,
- o ~' n* A* P8 Q4 {5 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, & x! @ O. k$ E+ i2 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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