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& H d* ~: I% W+ X' o" E- eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ]! N; A6 {/ T: J/ J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + ^! U7 `' |! H- H; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# a2 A m8 K4 B# [7 E3 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) h4 ]: v$ M( R/ J, J' M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* B! }4 {5 d8 N7 V: T
How you suffered for you sanity, ' c& l4 P2 p2 p* e% l
How you tried to set them free, 8 _' E- U% s" \; Y. p+ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Y5 y; t4 j9 q& L) JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# ]( W; }7 M0 m6 k- FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 S7 D5 N- {8 C; w/ L/ o& K% @7 e0 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 j4 u' d+ E# n3 v5 Z+ C% FWeathered 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,
5 x6 `. S# _5 N4 [2 H' o$ aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 E. W# N% ?" k) i9 r# \1 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , X( k$ z- Y2 |; K3 C4 n! J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: y+ G! ^3 K! p. v8 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - o5 G0 X% A- r) j- l& }) G
1 ]& B* @ f, K9 I, OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) q9 K; D5 v; V. u0 k s2 w9 `( ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * k5 L* R0 E# y1 c* r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 L6 H% \3 {; |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) R2 A% Y F' [- W. X# vHow you suffered for you sanity,9 r1 _7 e, y+ J6 O: G- r4 \9 h
How you tried to set them free,
1 v2 k" ?3 u5 W* o2 K; }They would not listen they're not listening still, # O. u' \0 {" \1 o$ o
Perhaps they never will. |
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