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9 V+ y8 y7 Q" @$ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, K( F( s+ r1 ]3 O1 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 T' n. f. q* G+ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ a, ^3 o- |- QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! e- K5 \; w" l2 e- LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 }9 }7 l6 e' v: O2 b# \- |$ yHow you suffered for you sanity, : S) C3 ?( o0 E) k2 D v* m6 V( y
How you tried to set them free, 0 Q; U2 n- x/ l# F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 }6 ]" I: f: O) mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 h1 G" v: T: E7 Z& [6 d* t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, m( g3 n1 I. E0 u; `6 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 g1 |' G; F! V4 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# Y& t+ X' c9 X3 F4 y3 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ \5 Q- |1 e9 Q/ G; PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; M7 r& w" J# w9 W: n, iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
I/ i# C( q1 X# h2 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 u/ S0 Y$ s; P: o! O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # x6 G: C+ _2 ^$ Z
: J4 {3 Z% M" i: H: U3 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / [( r+ h) L+ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g3 c0 D( y, ^! n) `, q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: W4 Q! j+ L+ B( L- A, @5 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : E$ a2 w7 `4 c, R+ I3 E
, R4 C. o3 S- Z/ E1 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 N2 h, Q4 r$ W1 @. {: F6 v9 q
How you suffered for you sanity,/ m+ c1 x! @& k" q# Y% a3 f
How you tried to set them free,
( J2 _! H$ j& l7 ]' i8 R4 g* BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 r* s6 [0 J# h* K
Perhaps they never will. |
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