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& b8 ?' A; f- j; |6 P! `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - i( H0 E( @8 p/ `" O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & l' J' x8 ]* H. }. U P2 f& q' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V$ h* i" H+ `6 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) T! q( L" `& r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ O4 F q% F3 S4 g, |How you suffered for you sanity, ! @7 c9 _5 M7 f5 V9 d# j" P
How you tried to set them free,
6 s7 @# K n+ `& GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 x8 R; N4 B8 d7 v% }* I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' u: G) s0 _/ r$ K8 |! A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " A9 s) i1 P/ _% m. _3 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * j2 x. _6 Q7 G* W( d* L: k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- h: E5 T* _2 X% M: j9 ]9 U9 S$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 {( t& {' N3 q( VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 [! H% m% r5 _) l; t+ j+ p, `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( N! K Z/ X" b% fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' R0 E) r$ Z" k3 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 A6 Z; @. Q9 v" y7 P
) n2 W8 y* v6 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: i4 O! t8 } k" b7 }' k( N7 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 q0 o* P- e5 Q5 v7 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 Q) a N; h& f$ Q# p# u4 @1 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 K, {9 |' l/ ]2 I
* _! [2 j- R, U: @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / b' M( V9 J/ C; j! Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 q; J/ I2 C* ^6 Q# yHow you tried to set them free,
" E' {/ M; Y0 z( s: uThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' w2 ^2 X* w! a
Perhaps they never will. |
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