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% c1 N5 }. A; P! q$ J1 z7 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 E4 [- z: O6 \' s, lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: C6 P) a: C. X; k9 F5 ^- P# cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- h7 C, r4 U0 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
F* O5 B( D7 G6 F" Q+ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) M: y$ ^3 |) B9 k! f, [How you suffered for you sanity, , ?$ \4 d/ n6 E+ D
How you tried to set them free,
6 j. Y5 D. F5 A( m/ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ]9 z: b/ ?# c! B8 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * L! `, f r$ E0 [% E ^- H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # o- F% |8 n# K# p, j; c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 P+ @* V" g# j6 b4 i0 ?* ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ x: z7 R A& l4 L/ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 a1 a; g" T* k' |; @0 t6 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# m- c/ i1 j/ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
m2 ?' q/ \7 E8 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; {* l8 T) O; R$ ~8 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d" R6 q* A) r: w+ o
3 V/ m4 y$ p2 e. F7 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d, Z! \- n$ U0 G6 p" ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Y" X2 H% ^# O8 Z8 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ d9 l7 q+ G: B. j R# Z* B7 H1 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) [2 S. @' a/ U6 o. ]
5 ~# E% o$ |+ k; TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 ?) D4 `8 W& e/ c V
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^$ W2 c8 E- m- xHow you tried to set them free,
6 k, g" h: R: yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; D" f w/ W8 h6 r2 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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