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" h- O+ a! V- vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , U8 Q* z: y4 q: F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( o0 P* ~. L; h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ {5 u! L0 D4 B8 O4 l1 ^, M7 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; S/ W) r) ?4 P$ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; `) w6 o# q' \0 |. {
How you suffered for you sanity, : h9 B9 R+ J2 h! b7 j
How you tried to set them free, 9 J, U# d* t8 i0 W8 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # T, o8 V1 }- q& B I; H: i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * g6 ^$ P/ x% x1 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 @6 O C7 \ f* yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 L0 F, q# T! n! r3 h' V. gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - K; T! Z8 Q/ a& F, t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 b9 w( C3 L$ y1 l) Y# ~3 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: w4 z1 D- E1 D" {& R7 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ |6 O7 _. T# U- T/ JBut I could have told you, Vincent, & [5 y9 j+ G- u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - y3 J9 F/ e M3 ?: t1 L+ {. W
& g" }# [( x+ K# X/ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* n& A. E4 g, v0 _& ?/ vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # M& s( R, t) _1 I c c% z' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : f0 s: g4 f) Y& V5 K0 s3 y0 k" C2 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; c5 ?% b+ N( J3 s2 x+ U. H! S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* b9 d; g7 V) N# E, Z7 Z3 W6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 k+ c- k8 F+ ]" X$ |+ _9 I! AHow you tried to set them free, / w: G; D( h! K$ _4 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( `2 I4 r* O& z! I# v" r% s# E: Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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