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5 S3 A/ f* X' LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / @1 M2 \* K5 ?% W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
`' k) _( ?3 n* O7 s1 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ |7 @2 W4 ~2 S9 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 M7 m' o, I& h6 [, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Y6 a4 z( m# \4 Z3 I7 M: hHow you suffered for you sanity, : \8 R6 r* z6 d7 | n
How you tried to set them free,
Q2 K; L* [! {; T3 ~$ N2 W6 a+ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / Z& }; S2 R+ n) M' B! b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - o7 \7 A, `! q4 X& o. m/ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Y& {8 E3 [8 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ f, x! _# d' dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 @' z! }7 s+ j! i
0 r1 v1 G1 V9 r3 X9 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 F) B& s# S g, r9 f8 r' f. U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * \5 d" @& P# @% j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 W, ]& L* Z' l1 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ u1 o$ f0 W2 m5 p! zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 C6 p6 C. B8 N3 C( v
$ B* n/ T/ |; F+ \9 n& AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# R! v" }' ]7 A n8 {9 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * z; ^' _& }/ [+ i* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) F/ D1 n, k- \0 \4 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ?) C- i( w& @& QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: u0 l3 a( a, y' w- {" dHow you suffered for you sanity,
" I: y' k% U6 V! z5 C* S. E- lHow you tried to set them free, : S0 ?% e$ V1 G/ \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& n. r- V2 Y6 A# z8 JPerhaps they never will. |
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