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$ ?* T. _' G- d1 `1 RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' Y7 x9 r# C' M k8 Y! U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( P( M/ z [1 P8 g) g& p, X4 ^3 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 S# E& z; W+ @. E( }/ f# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ q9 w; T4 Z& `: l; {# |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# {- o x) Q) N4 ]3 q- E
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S- f$ ^( Z$ W, B/ _$ {5 y' GHow you tried to set them free,
/ v" P: r+ m5 k9 k# QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 V6 X; }- z# d. X7 B1 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& w: [5 D5 r) h# F; xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; M; l) L6 M- H) U' H4 z! PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . [2 y. ^" S6 I" }* _7 U8 s1 b8 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - t. |9 {8 ?3 ~$ e/ k8 T) A
, s7 N i4 b1 B7 n) tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 I- E$ c# n- lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, |7 @* @$ {( x" [; vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 p& E' L6 {! S& \3 g! X& PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 \2 O) ~# Q. y0 |) w3 t) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & m5 X7 c( L( o& \9 F$ l
- u" D- S2 E: p# Q: HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ Y n! ?1 Z/ w1 v- k: L( g$ }# F, \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! v6 b* Q; G7 f! G; [' c2 x3 E! e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 K- W/ Y, j' c3 I8 [' q- nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- |0 L+ |, r3 g8 Y& M, d) H$ XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / [; p0 s' i, A v7 X- g1 h
How you suffered for you sanity,/ ^. V ^! N: B1 w* ^
How you tried to set them free, * @- g% j# J1 v' D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ~6 A; e, G! J4 C, dPerhaps they never will. |
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