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. Z/ _& q1 P7 e9 l$ S: ^! ~+ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 j9 z0 C6 j# i, h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, V% o- z2 p! g1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 d& C7 e( y. `* T$ H* G! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - [$ ?/ N# v9 S9 K1 d! K! E% h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ F7 D9 ~5 h5 e, M* o8 d; l( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
& y0 q1 k! E. `How you tried to set them free,
/ w- Q% a5 S7 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( P( |' ?4 s4 w8 T9 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# K) @5 d$ ^4 I$ P. W: x7 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Z5 K/ J- Q( w7 z1 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " U/ v2 I; _) X! M) C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 P$ m2 D+ i* i5 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & C9 Z. \* n) F6 p" M2 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 v/ A4 @8 K; A4 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% \: @8 d8 U5 l6 C, l3 X& t$ b @But I could have told you, Vincent,
X3 T2 r) Y. Z# f9 I" WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 b( d" p6 g# a$ N f& t V, A
( w1 r& y2 A- U1 [) Q' TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . x# i' v. }0 p% {; E6 ~$ I) i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 T" T- l6 }2 G" b4 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ?# S0 x Y3 x- ~9 G+ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & q8 T; {. S- f; q$ a* L
: i1 f/ b$ a- s- Y$ q, m8 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * f, `4 ^. Z+ _0 m9 b9 i. H% @; G
How you suffered for you sanity,, l- d5 E0 _ k9 V
How you tried to set them free, & }+ A$ S3 W; T/ z" `) N; w. _
They would not listen they're not listening still, / K" |0 D/ ?5 O. w3 {2 d) y' I
Perhaps they never will. |
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