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- q9 \ Z" j$ {" TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& W6 _# O! [# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Z% c) P9 \) e/ g9 Y' zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: j; J( L/ U _# ^! u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 [ T; w" {8 q3 p# vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' o# k$ x' d) u) q! w1 g* p- s" R0 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y2 P# T. H1 a0 `How you tried to set them free, , z" ^" j. X6 J1 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 L$ B3 j8 A) W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * w; m. o( B- `! y/ p7 @- u, y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * g8 E3 r! \$ H. J5 t4 O$ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ?* ]$ F R' d* H2 o" eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . e, y0 B6 y; X8 _" u/ `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ X, L$ `. J F7 V. XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 G, H) j! A* c P. J7 A8 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* ]* K8 {( z3 j, z7 Q# t+ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ~% A5 L! ]8 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. D' m$ ~) [8 i- d+ }/ n; }
: k# O1 h" ~6 T; Y2 \1 b! uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ?8 q$ ^: d; Z2 _) a7 R6 _3 {% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( f' j& g% {: c4 I$ I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 U& k) |( B- [# |6 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : m5 z$ q7 C7 g d0 O* @2 s# s
5 r+ K. Q$ L: G4 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H E0 c, S1 U9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 Z- a; x1 s2 }/ L' P7 o' FHow you tried to set them free, / j5 ~, k T5 T9 h% A- `( ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 s# [1 l: `; _
Perhaps they never will. |
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