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9 D) f, r+ U6 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E# Y3 {7 r+ F& y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 O3 w# o5 K- z2 N) `, n* bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Y5 `$ R$ x/ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! v$ X. o7 S! d. z! C& k, D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Q, }8 ^) [+ w# f* JHow you suffered for you sanity, . [7 F& k% i' f1 Q: \) e. u
How you tried to set them free, % O" J" m* A* ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% s2 }5 Q" U. U1 Y9 D# M$ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % T0 `1 l; W: V0 t% }6 {9 h9 n, x" T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, b! r5 ?& u9 F H( tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 f6 A1 i0 A& R; ^" BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # s; ~, u& I/ U
/ K7 A q/ J- M) Y6 k7 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Z/ [# s3 [+ ?! c- I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# U( M f: o# X0 e7 b8 @2 c4 p+ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' g$ T/ k" `& K4 x' r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ?3 _; t7 B1 k$ R( K: a1 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 g6 O5 i/ g* d" sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 I. G2 R8 y* e: m. n* ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 M, Z, \ o9 A2 n, J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 e3 ~1 @& O3 X9 ZThe 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,
5 S% T7 P' A% C) V5 i% T& u; DHow you suffered for you sanity,, ~1 H& N7 e; M4 Y) ^5 q* {9 Q
How you tried to set them free, 4 f2 G( y, l1 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, . K7 }* _4 a7 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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