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( v. X1 V+ P& v$ a5 r$ L+ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . P9 V( Q `2 }- A0 U L8 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Y9 y. Q$ G+ P b2 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* w, m9 k' }, ` r/ F0 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. |7 K9 o- N* P, B; W. v- }4 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 a0 e3 `7 M5 j& y- O$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 j, S6 N* n' n0 `' wHow you tried to set them free, ) i& N9 x+ O- y$ X1 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ]0 L( K# N# ]: _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: G8 \3 a+ X) m) i$ |& {# pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- S3 K9 B4 c2 d6 R; \$ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, F; P5 q9 p2 f3 g! e2 z) P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ]9 G; W" E* v) s3 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; S& A4 V( ^1 F8 u* oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & H$ ]4 L+ W, p9 [' m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 A- o9 v# H( Y6 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& T) h% c# F1 o* O$ [! J# }0 [8 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / g8 P& ~! g, y% t& x5 F# o
8 n5 \# ~; r* {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 T& `" ]+ w* T" t& @# s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ]0 W4 a- l8 j/ G8 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . i6 W! }/ u7 ~4 q1 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 t3 G0 x9 z. R0 C
F- Z! T# @" z6 ^1 R B/ [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Z' v* X6 y$ u
How you suffered for you sanity,$ R# X) r: N" b, g! B1 [, [( m
How you tried to set them free, - z1 ?0 L- }& l: g3 a! a1 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, # U) s. F. w* z I6 g( g
Perhaps they never will. |
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