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5 D8 q, f% T! ^4 f! ^$ t* aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Z# d2 d. _" o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" H# r7 X* k- N/ h2 g j) v8 y2 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ r6 b( m: t! D0 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' [6 }( d- t& F3 H2 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
h8 K; w3 _# v( E9 j4 I( uHow you suffered for you sanity,
! m" e- ~; O$ G3 aHow you tried to set them free, 3 h6 s4 M( ]& j* p: ~/ O' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( [. G% h0 J, B9 A" N! L% n7 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : ~/ v0 g) l$ `" K$ o% h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 y: E, I4 J: m2 t' A* j- eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Z* Y K, a/ U& m4 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 v; x ^' i, Z4 F% AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, A, d7 e: b* b# S8 V! i1 E$ jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - r- p6 O* ~- H( ^* W" B, _, m/ F' w2 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! s$ f% \5 K2 e8 a9 ?* ?. J
But I could have told you, Vincent, - H4 C+ R* L/ L* C6 @' y' C+ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ K, p* p5 e) ]& W" V
& t' g; [; K; |0 E* _- ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 k" c$ R J9 X/ w3 H, UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 C+ s9 _* f/ t# O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . A+ G6 c, }; l ?) Z8 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 v7 [& u5 ^4 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 K) d3 V/ H- Z5 @( hHow you suffered for you sanity,3 J+ L; t( a5 i4 K& v
How you tried to set them free, 6 _- n' R; ?6 _/ |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" `4 G1 T& q {4 @Perhaps they never will. |
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