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' j& |# N J/ H2 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 f" P0 x) _" [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - b$ P* e- t* u' X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! K* h* o; T, M- d( _1 Z% k9 ]" E7 Y" BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 O/ b- @5 A3 }& o! G8 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
z4 _5 N8 x. Z) x; ?How you suffered for you sanity, % Q* l' |0 w9 R: @. i( o4 ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 G% g. D; r0 S( _& b2 d% E, t+ ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ `! ^- i* g4 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . w, `( ?. F' m' }/ h# d- Y7 |( l7 X8 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A' N1 r) \2 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; l) k3 R; k* e# B- y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c# U6 L! n0 G4 U" O3 Q0 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # j! ^. I5 @ ^+ X' `7 e( O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # k9 l& ]' {* M, P5 J. D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! j) u' R# w# ?4 m t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 L |: H+ w9 @/ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! [3 h# ~* o; K" C3 d3 J# u
; H/ h6 D" y, WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 c( @0 B4 I4 j% qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 @2 r: B Z1 S1 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / a* j/ ^" k) i7 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; S1 I! j& Y' `4 f
2 ?: S2 B8 P# lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B2 j( S6 U$ Z" C
How you suffered for you sanity,& X5 f3 k& _9 ^5 l3 k
How you tried to set them free,
6 G- E$ `% \- O8 l- b0 |/ CThey would not listen they're not listening still, + z- O+ T4 s+ g# @) y" b' G
Perhaps they never will. |
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