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( ?7 S5 l1 s7 e: ?8 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( K5 q2 [# }6 U" u. Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 x0 h; w' S! A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# \+ G; _* z. K" j2 T' {. ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. b% v% B% o4 W7 o( U- K1 j5 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: P( m* o- e8 p: ~% R' C
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ~- u5 P4 A. h+ U4 a' w- kHow you tried to set them free,
: U: v4 x, D- s5 u+ V4 k5 @' M7 k2 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 b/ c4 s3 \ o/ m/ w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ~0 X0 ^7 Y2 \6 Q$ q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 u2 K$ y+ @8 s7 g b4 Y/ m- oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # L' a2 w; o, b( z: s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 K) ~& b4 ^' u+ ?5 {) ]+ Z
6 B; u7 j, a) M9 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ]# \, I7 t! _ t$ S' p3 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( ?6 o% n+ P- [ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 e4 }3 Q) ]1 D7 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ^% U: b9 z5 m: o$ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 i: y* ?# B6 h" H sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ]5 C' v; }$ G+ O. B) C3 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & R& K# p0 S6 x) A2 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ C% h, Q7 T8 b0 ~- B+ m) sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 j; E, R- K2 G7 F
- h$ I( j; q2 A2 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 Q H( ^! D# Z4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,4 a/ y0 M$ m/ `5 h A. K% b8 u. L3 \; [
How you tried to set them free, 9 X: |1 L1 r( W! U+ o6 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, % Q6 @7 t7 f, F: W/ E/ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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