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" G) {. p' y6 v: w6 Q# u5 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' K: F1 p% F X7 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" T+ i6 A" k* f) D- KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& v( M$ F' h* w5 X; i7 }9 g) B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . }3 d0 b. k" i% U) l: t. {( x+ e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Y$ ^+ u9 O3 t: K; cHow you suffered for you sanity,
( M* e! _) q8 k( ~How you tried to set them free, # m! H3 _% N/ q: P% N- G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # f7 R* g g$ O7 f A6 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & d+ w# d$ W' L1 X) o" [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& w) X7 P l# O M. hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& l+ H0 n3 P" x$ LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - y2 Y& |% F% M$ M/ H
* w; G# Y% C3 T, Y6 x: c3 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
}0 p: {% s- `( ^1 G% YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 n' y o0 y1 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 W3 M1 O" C( m6 b2 g9 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, ! A: d% o0 K. I J$ G4 H+ u7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
l# p# l" t9 g1 V! O9 B8 D6 T5 O2 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * X8 Y! a* ?( k, \. A2 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : J% P% i' H0 }0 g# q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ]! X9 k/ F/ F7 @% h5 V# m ~
8 B4 i5 n* X2 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / F. F( N f3 R3 Q4 w$ I7 V
How you suffered for you sanity,5 Y6 p8 X" D& R% Y# H& P( i
How you tried to set them free,
6 [' R2 J' n2 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' L( J( ^$ I' a
Perhaps they never will. |
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