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7 p+ i; G# u! a' }) AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x% g: {) L, R0 _5 g" rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 G: b$ s+ |8 }: sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- _' ^6 G0 ]( H* y! Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 E: q% k/ @) R: P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' f9 q" p7 M3 c6 c& @. N& C" h+ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 U4 s& W4 x7 K) \How you tried to set them free, 0 B2 H/ a X" b8 t3 O; t$ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. `; P0 t b( v" I" i" dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& x$ `. y8 _1 ^4 E6 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c6 S( r3 A) y' B5 g" ]# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" j$ w1 i* ?4 q# p: E; t+ s5 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! w* t% M) s7 q) EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* q& P* C1 T! x/ ^0 l! f) U# BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; F! d2 ?, F- o6 `) l" |+ n' @! f) c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f9 e# N) ?+ N6 I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 j$ a( g% J2 \, p$ w! j& ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * @2 N1 J( ]. g4 T3 {
8 P7 N( g# a8 M* G; [% H, @. K, VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' X2 f* ?' ]- U6 H2 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% E/ D' w9 O$ j+ ?2 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 R) E) e# \% |$ G' k. qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- l% a, D5 M( b! p; @4 d9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
) x" F8 v) G' c. T8 CHow you tried to set them free,
5 } g, n5 v# J) A% P$ sThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 r) z+ Y- d, [& H6 X+ x6 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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