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1 H) H6 A) i2 {+ m- tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , [; g# \) q' M1 [* k+ l/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% o" Z( n# F' w% `5 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Q3 L9 K$ ]4 A9 P4 u- KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 U2 M- M6 w" f h7 z/ L' E x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" |: G# _+ \8 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
% V7 b5 [ j. |4 J& GHow you tried to set them free,
: N% W$ l: ~9 @6 ^' d/ E6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ x: K1 j+ U/ c6 g: a, W* QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 u b/ k& l$ B& {5 o# OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" _1 u$ H* h/ u! W* J. w1 Q: kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. W1 ]( i; b+ L/ _7 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 f+ C* L2 J+ _- Y4 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & G4 a& g' y9 I8 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 }' X+ @ D9 Q) m, p) s! QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 j5 e" I9 I Y( v ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, . \- |8 K1 Y q8 ?* G: X$ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ]( z1 B# C6 D; ~) w
5 b* i& z" l8 W; p* x9 \: LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 p1 }8 ^3 |( g, rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! b1 {- |9 _# C% s* n1 N, T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - W) V4 @& {4 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : m6 o$ V" a+ e( e. |
; D- S! {; x. E8 t3 f$ T: mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # P2 I/ d0 Y1 d' `6 A2 z L8 Q7 u. w
How you suffered for you sanity,' G! m3 i4 [7 S9 o7 T
How you tried to set them free, 9 U* o5 x* E5 ^3 S/ y1 r& J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' W+ q, t9 A- L. I3 MPerhaps they never will. |
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