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& _9 h" X: r* O; M# lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ^ a% Y8 d, V( s1 I+ Z' P5 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ [; I# q- h+ j7 U( l2 Z2 W& J kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. z0 e% U) _4 m! J: {: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 u7 j0 x: N. T' O. j: Y+ s" d _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- M5 K7 t4 P0 i% h
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 n4 R# F( r T2 kHow you tried to set them free,
/ x# b: H6 S: Y8 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 A% v p6 l# pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) C$ N# a1 z# d8 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Q& }- o3 O: ?7 ~! EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - N: O2 `0 G% l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * h, Q3 r% W; ?
. J( g& }: q' ^) c9 v, ~1 U" q, [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * e2 i7 ~2 ?6 R1 P O, p& L v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % s y' H W( Y6 s. [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 k4 G9 k+ S, {, t5 ]1 D8 Y' D. ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ h; E+ z; U$ F. a1 s6 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 @8 s- ?: s \, qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 L8 R; P/ T- E t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. n" b( _+ s0 u' {2 x: lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( k) T$ j+ h( u% I7 I
) `( e2 p1 c M' {$ o$ ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' e& B7 {5 b: P3 P" RHow you suffered for you sanity,: X( n: r6 [/ y( }0 E
How you tried to set them free, % G7 d7 E0 I# ?3 `6 }" R! A+ ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! o0 b6 |* m9 n# o; J
Perhaps they never will. |
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