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3 f2 n6 _" Z0 V' U9 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " i4 u6 N! x2 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / y1 @$ |+ P* `* n8 l" \6 O6 Q. H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X$ |7 y8 ^" h; P3 X2 W; e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: O: {& O& C: ?* ?* t6 }, m7 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 W7 ^; F6 }5 x" qHow you suffered for you sanity, ( F- C- R' M: }& r) K
How you tried to set them free,
" K7 [+ N9 W2 S9 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - V! |8 [1 K- O: \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ m- C; l0 V. eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) D5 e2 u+ h, b$ h8 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ S% n7 Z& t$ Q0 j6 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ?* x6 S% C* p$ v4 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 N) p# ^- M9 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / Q1 G# ^3 Y5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) l' |1 ?: M# D2 K3 N0 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ?( ~( N8 m( M3 Q! a$ B" R4 \- |: T3 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' A: W0 L5 e% b, k0 I
- u' `7 B' P% p! ~5 ~5 x. b9 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ^: \& `7 x7 V1 e% q) A+ eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , d i7 D/ p) ^5 f; a# {0 x" B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ?0 J4 l2 C# T1 g5 P7 n7 p0 L: E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - J$ H8 |) V; E7 N& o/ K+ X2 n6 A
# X u# \3 F+ F3 f- E4 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( k s% z5 k! _; _/ U' h* OHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 t! N# ]/ V2 V; C% h# @% S' ^How you tried to set them free, ; l4 U/ D# M) P. @/ b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 a \# S+ {9 |" {) p" d2 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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