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$ E) ]& m U; U' e2 _& [9 j: |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 K& N9 @/ g1 S! F E1 {. x2 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 `! Q; @& Z, o& _$ y2 i( u7 K- z4 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 `1 p( E0 k& u0 p5 j6 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* f) O1 {( ]; ?8 k) ]" v% v, a* D5 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ C/ Q5 z3 d7 }5 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
& f% j! m' m3 M v4 KHow you tried to set them free, 6 l& x( R* R1 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& H. \' g) S( N) n/ v5 y: N& Z2 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 v9 j: |" o- j) W( ^( x# _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ e9 {) z# T# ^) b0 X0 v9 ^0 ?; G: O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% [, x j* p6 M7 m+ W0 A% aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 O) G+ K* H5 V5 p$ n* V7 [0 E
1 O7 b; f u$ ^* fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - g5 o9 N5 Y# u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' j& g1 l: u3 m) v1 d: a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . B) ?7 ^7 R3 J; Y/ g/ W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 f* M" S) D- `; c. W; QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * Z# h( ?8 |' B- J
" J( `$ |6 A' c1 r7 \. \# }1 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 @0 f( ]' |6 V. ?( y( `* E" m) mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# O0 s- Y# k. n4 }. E4 o, Y7 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 f: X9 F% x9 y2 i1 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% E; S" N- i$ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ R5 k2 G9 U, }" z1 K- e
How you suffered for you sanity,, x/ B0 o) [/ l5 M; j$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
& f9 Q. K$ l0 S7 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- l( d2 {* r+ C9 DPerhaps they never will. |
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