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2 _, }% m, S' YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: T) _/ s8 F% `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# f% G8 B0 @9 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 a& X5 U. E* a6 ?9 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 O% A; n% k" P3 _( CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 H$ X2 `( y( r$ n/ Z7 t8 `How you suffered for you sanity, # T9 x0 }* Y( F; `1 o
How you tried to set them free, 3 \+ [' v0 u4 A, K1 z! ?; P( A3 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ o7 g- T h( g7 H+ g* j6 I" zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d. N# N! o+ f& T) T! p/ ~. i+ K8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 u s4 g7 ?+ G, p& ?$ JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , L5 Q$ L$ E$ [( J8 u9 \8 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ l. [" ~- U6 {# Z* S5 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' `2 U' @% X' v) \6 D' Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Y# X& [/ o( y- h, c6 A0 @8 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, + J& M+ a- N3 h% a' B5 B, ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 F$ f+ E1 S7 {& ]. T
9 {/ j$ O$ z# hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: L) M Y1 x3 v: BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 `5 B2 m5 X+ H3 C$ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - Z) g4 T9 R* f( Q8 F) b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * G/ {2 A% R) Y3 D, X
- i" ~, n5 M q: m. [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 B, F2 i! x8 Z4 J& G' E
How you suffered for you sanity,1 E- Z. D S5 G
How you tried to set them free,
- O: R( ~$ R. n( u5 ^4 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' l1 m; k& l2 K8 s" Y, K, _Perhaps they never will. |
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