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- J+ \ ?: f" J2 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 T; f `6 J9 b. F8 _) |: ?4 [4 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" |: b2 ?4 l3 R' |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ?( Z7 E# _5 m( G3 i( p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& h9 { Q$ u, iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ a$ h0 N4 u) S" E0 @: |
How you suffered for you sanity,
( J% }' U/ r% U" \ v4 x" ~, G6 YHow you tried to set them free, 2 G1 S& R9 k, v. D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 a+ x/ Q8 l1 [6 I: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / \# }3 O% x7 d# [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' T, o9 h4 q1 Z* E# E+ j) tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ]0 g+ G( U: R( I; {7 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ ?( f% u) e2 T5 m# P2 u: UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 A# t( V6 `# s4 N. T8 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . h j6 y7 s* ~+ v. \$ S# X: M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 M( s" U8 G, x g/ i" _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 z2 z) t% h- ~- e( D7 A: G/ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 a7 T8 ]! \9 `2 R8 z5 x# U. ~! t
4 c6 x* e# ?' y$ X; ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 l5 F. K' h! c8 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 _- Z: T% f- k9 `/ TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ^( M( e5 V' M& X. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. S" R% u/ E2 G0 p1 w; \1 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % i R# M5 l5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 N* X* [8 A0 l) rHow you tried to set them free,
8 V7 r& F9 K& B7 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % U/ W; ~. s9 {0 X1 I3 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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