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+ Z) C* |( z9 ~7 Z/ E1 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, J: e: o& X7 I5 @# v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ z0 t4 d) g4 J, c; XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 V; e7 m) B* v& MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z! e: y9 K" {6 {+ V" `) E1 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 N( u2 ?& F! j5 E0 S5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
' |# ^/ [$ \6 `- j- |7 ?' d5 kHow you tried to set them free,
. Z& v, t- O" U. I( i% nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" T4 q1 H, ~3 a2 k8 J9 }- g7 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 M- V4 f" s" k+ N Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % }/ K l( o3 s; k* }7 j9 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 {% ]) ?# D1 \' d0 m- QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; B% W, V# n7 W# d4 ?% }& m
5 I. g$ ]) b* JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : l* ^( g" m) {5 K) x& p% o$ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ u2 p" C: x1 |. @2 J3 o5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - {. `. x6 o( x; y7 G& N% o& ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, / @, h% K% d) \2 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ D+ ?! ~) P6 N; v" r. G% GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % {& k+ i& K, Q- ~, V( l( C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 J& i$ [% X7 Y% c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; i2 ?4 E& z+ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + o8 I! m0 s2 g! B: @0 p
( D3 o/ ^) n( R# C: O6 `- H7 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. w+ {- ]" f l7 B$ W+ |How you suffered for you sanity,
; v2 W, c9 z5 d pHow you tried to set them free, 1 N, q* T% g2 B5 j' Z( ~" \" g0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, * ~/ J! p1 K; P4 O4 i9 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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