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8 v9 S$ A2 s9 U1 g$ W; s- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ^6 h6 J2 t/ i9 _3 [) G: g( ~* C7 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F) ~" m i! BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% z ?8 k- c+ Y! e- b- G$ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Q4 d0 P2 a1 [7 V. s: `& A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; x$ I* ^, A, C9 d# \
How you suffered for you sanity,
* p% K/ a( g- C9 u3 h4 KHow you tried to set them free, ) `2 g& b1 B+ Q u1 j, K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / S; B8 R( v& J* g: Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* M" J) k" ^) P# S' OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* X X: q& K; E$ \. N( aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 J4 C: j0 x# l; J, h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 c* u' @, H4 [# t
3 K5 w- B( J( p5 Z6 U# p5 K5 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# y7 x! V! [. M; T1 h Y( rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % w- }6 H9 x0 ~. J8 y+ g: H& S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 e' {2 x2 W& A/ T3 U5 {) a) ^ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 J% I2 u# l0 j6 D' S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, J% A% H8 ~: @) s' ^7 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _5 W _* f$ S: k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: J7 k# u) t; E( ~% z; I' z4 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 u8 }/ a0 k1 T' R* M
The 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, # e. M ~. c! v5 {+ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
. B' Y" |, ] S$ U: j" ~& A: b/ aHow you tried to set them free, , ] Z; R( O4 y1 |$ Y, Z- z3 h, W
They would not listen they're not listening still, , a6 a' P1 s7 }' ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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