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9 a# r1 Z' b2 F8 F5 g6 m0 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. z {/ W% L) E+ l b) g. uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . n( O( i- {2 f: I$ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 Y7 C4 o5 J/ h/ w' z. [5 X4 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ]7 U2 J( K' D4 s. P: I2 i9 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! {: r9 Y8 C, K! \
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ E1 T, {8 L/ I9 IHow you tried to set them free,
! F, u( e! i, b# f8 q! D# DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * G: G8 z9 q% M9 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% u9 R- {; n0 v. W& X; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & N0 A$ Y; C6 B3 p+ v; n- T+ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " h8 v A4 g9 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 l- {: d+ W( d/ q2 U2 E
6 Q* h2 ?: ~3 w6 s% k/ J4 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- q9 ?$ r% n! P; R( cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 }! A/ l& K9 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + @# {1 I4 ^" b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 g! M( E5 e$ w9 }/ ?8 x1 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 W1 \2 [. l3 U3 _
1 A, k0 I$ ~' g" C1 o0 [8 g0 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ C: J# }5 t% @. ~2 a7 z3 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 F1 |5 X& k9 g! y5 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - d7 v" g( q# W
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, / e6 J7 a( v w- U$ Z: ?& }
How you suffered for you sanity,% q3 z1 p% w: Y* R2 Q+ S/ Q
How you tried to set them free, " E2 w- L& N. Q$ W. ^* s' U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; Y( @) U8 y0 ?+ L. C7 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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