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) p" W3 h$ I F/ ?4 J% I, wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 y+ m, X4 I6 Q. `7 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 R* d% k* M$ P& Y# w5 W4 t- IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 o3 ?0 j" i! p }, ?: C- hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 k; u, l" _% J3 D- t2 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 T5 r$ i, c, M& [
How you suffered for you sanity, ; T0 |) Z g X3 y6 K
How you tried to set them free,
) _5 H7 n1 Z. mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 c; y% d+ w6 N. Z; n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! l- \# O! ?* N5 ~# F, m& c$ V9 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( z( h, v- y3 R# f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% m- y9 T1 _* p% m. C! H6 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ d y1 i3 b B! M0 E6 X9 e& M0 B7 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' [- ]+ G% ]# D K2 V0 Q' x( U: O* ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & ?) h3 u f* J- b8 C$ L$ ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * H# O- U5 V7 r7 F4 b' a( @4 b7 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, . N$ i8 k2 E& i* Y( d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . s5 t9 s p! ^% v
( s }: a2 L* k' K/ C7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: D* \9 Z4 E8 ~, f5 M' _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 z1 p+ j/ T8 C+ J& B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
G3 c3 J- n/ f. i" c* hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 o/ r3 v: u! T3 F& A& iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" s: I" `% ~" Z J* `# G, o' U' M1 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
, [; s& q% N3 AHow you tried to set them free, 6 e+ J- w7 O$ [8 ] m; M6 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, " ]6 D# N& H5 u6 o, D E3 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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