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+ s3 H) o" F( Y) q# jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ r" z" N q3 M. u' ~9 g; O5 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 d1 ?* q* L! c8 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Z" W. I/ l& C, D* r8 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ G4 ^/ E7 h0 k4 H8 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( [, ]( v* \! b( W: U, L
How you suffered for you sanity, ( Y, x' ]0 `' j8 k4 E$ ?2 {1 w
How you tried to set them free,
: d1 S# I% a& a: R8 G1 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* L/ ~3 x% X: L/ x! n3 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) t5 ?/ }+ k) d* w2 |: w" CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 X# V: ?; D7 E- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( h: ?2 N5 d/ a% q# n6 ~, z# d5 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' J. I1 h H ^" X) \1 X
4 t& Y4 o" `2 n* R' w+ }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ o, }2 l/ ^0 z) mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
_7 T5 W4 Z$ [' k- P9 ]5 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( d `, z( W- V+ C2 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 k/ W8 L# b1 ?% W: K) QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( H2 s0 { k( B, I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ~9 H- [/ R, F6 Y4 f6 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Y9 @4 U8 ~$ \4 n! Y, `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 X8 [$ ]2 D0 {! r% D D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) X& N/ ]3 e9 d9 X% J, `0 W& f) f3 s
7 L( q1 D8 l+ k+ NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. J" y8 A1 S6 w/ m" H9 o% WHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 v4 E8 U: M7 E1 e" i6 [: O) M4 Z3 T3 {How you tried to set them free, 4 A+ o h. B% `+ Q+ O5 N: A6 D$ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, * D( @: \. h9 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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