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3 k% ]+ G' ?) x: Z7 `- f$ GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, P8 ~) _5 \5 x& F- f( i' ?: tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + q0 I- l* `7 e! N; w4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 \1 a/ _/ g/ r* q* ?* [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # G0 p. ^) N, @; E; s) ?' [. h' W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ K! o, l1 n4 L c
How you suffered for you sanity,
J% s7 }9 _% Z8 `% xHow you tried to set them free,
' t7 u7 r; Q$ l$ z2 e/ J( EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' x: H ]% a7 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 W7 o2 R, S+ W* q) H1 t) u+ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: a4 m" W( E! s+ U+ E5 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ N/ D: n# @$ y- P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 L) K8 N% k7 V4 i$ s; J7 [# f O# Y! V
c6 z5 A0 K1 Q' w+ F% M# L2 t" cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 a0 F. W( a' L9 R8 ]. q" ?5 B0 w3 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & N" n/ ?" ?3 p( ~1 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; S$ I8 Q5 [7 D+ N8 w) fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; R6 m# m/ G y5 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / H6 f7 v( e4 s
6 v& x) B0 @7 R F- F/ {8 M; qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- e1 R; x+ G, O, |$ _% {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ?( ~! v p2 u, l" ?1 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ]! T! e6 a) f; W5 w. ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 j. k# f; p' q# }" }# F
0 ~& H, P7 q8 k0 j* X) e. BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 @ R' F. q) K$ E) q
How you suffered for you sanity,
" |: l6 ?- y9 g* t, jHow you tried to set them free, - P V1 m+ I4 N8 X0 m& y+ X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Z7 p0 X/ W5 |0 _8 cPerhaps they never will. |
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