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! n6 Q* V' @) _- I# xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % [9 s/ M2 j2 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Q5 S) \% P. y7 ~% W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c; [1 }) N8 Z& v# a$ V+ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 d+ E A6 M+ G. jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. Q9 I/ o% ]( b% e, ]4 g' e+ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# n: E! ~( i9 V5 J4 H0 m; B" ~$ rHow you tried to set them free,
. G; I9 ~, l' ~3 v" r8 }$ M: _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / d2 F5 M5 V; Z. C5 l3 k. u; H3 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + W6 ?# _7 Z. c/ F- m( s% V, ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! k* g- Z( \9 i" @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 q" f" X6 R2 T. b5 k- V- _% [7 Z% E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( q; f3 I! j" Q$ F- o
5 c9 X% q1 G ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 G) F5 D( W% f3 e( C8 f( dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 k' `) h9 X& x4 ~2 v- w( L# V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ~. V$ j0 ~$ m% n
But I could have told you, Vincent, # H' q2 c6 E- T8 u% w5 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) x( ^- B1 ?% Q) J! _" \
) Y! n `" k: O9 J# P+ I7 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! F- y8 {) w2 e! G" F1 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* |' @0 ^% [( u# X$ e: @2 ^- q' ~, ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " |3 t: z K/ { D( {8 T1 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- n/ Y n6 k5 l3 t. O- vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + t& U9 v B# D" d
How you suffered for you sanity,1 ]. q, _; R Y V9 O, C a1 M# I
How you tried to set them free,
) s% S& W4 d8 b+ \1 V- |They would not listen they're not listening still, & p' Q0 {7 S& F X) m) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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