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& C8 Y& R+ A4 D! OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `( Y5 i- z9 C- A" s/ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 v1 I2 p, k, HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! s5 _% d- X( k7 `$ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' ~2 Y y4 `0 V2 v$ K2 ~( F; sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 t; F8 ^" |( o) W+ u( u: f# aHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 X# T+ E$ |. _% w; ~
How you tried to set them free,
4 m9 R" s9 k0 |. O& P3 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M' x7 g+ l" N# y$ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! @8 v3 A5 {1 J4 M" H, H ?, p c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 y9 ?1 P3 e( P( tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 _: \) U/ p9 P! g+ h0 K0 s% [$ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 M5 |. e$ \; T" p" z3 n& m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) @" a* R) s* F- P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 T/ D! p0 l0 P% ^0 O# }0 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , f' }) z. ]2 Z9 X* @7 R5 U! y2 G2 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 O! f& |. ~! a | w$ T% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " p: j2 r& G" \! |6 f `
8 _+ P) T& p2 V7 V( O4 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" n& }2 ?( K: W& g4 D* B3 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X; N" C0 D: w3 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, c# h& d: m. k ]1 @) t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % k q: Z9 s4 E) f
1 r2 N( o+ i2 C! d: ]! GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , w, E$ U% Q8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,' c- J' |7 X9 ]* s, J
How you tried to set them free,
3 o. O. S8 [# c; [5 gThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; U2 v" e3 u4 n9 a0 j6 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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