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1 ~4 P. j+ w% A& y9 \* H7 j+ L5 n% X' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 |1 V0 ` K) L& G6 \8 X) w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E7 i- r5 V v, n; d4 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 _: F0 v9 q/ t" x- p% f3 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. e4 ]) t9 d$ ]( o2 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* L% X# F, A+ w7 l y: n$ f( Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r. ?- I' g7 r8 zHow you tried to set them free, " v2 V5 J4 C+ J& c) S) o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 c% I! q: D# Q( o2 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % q& h( F1 j( [1 ]. V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* f' J- w9 H9 E0 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 k8 Z- v( d7 z; ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : c1 q1 q3 Q) c
' d1 p+ L: n/ ]9 ], d. Q' TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ?& c* Q- |: ^0 D- I. X5 O% W/ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 n8 I& v! k1 D$ i, y7 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " |7 j _7 A! ~% D& F
But I could have told you, Vincent, - p" |1 T8 C/ y2 n2 l+ q0 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 I& x5 z+ N; z% {+ A9 ]% YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 I0 S( Z* Q( Y! gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ]( n% C4 d6 d. b1 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ `$ t. h; ^# {' Q( Z: l( N: v$ N
4 K* A8 H' W% U# o* w' GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 x1 m5 {0 o' _% ^4 JHow you suffered for you sanity,/ Q: ]: K+ R$ L4 q: f
How you tried to set them free, 8 Y7 j+ \/ }3 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& o4 X' e& Y' F+ u! ~7 i3 `Perhaps they never will. |
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