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7 z$ |7 [! }6 s0 Z i' g& wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # t1 n% H' H( \: n N5 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 F) }: p( o: K% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( U& d2 @% f/ I E- J$ e* w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
Y$ }' R; Z7 f. }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) I2 Y/ g5 j# ?0 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 L7 o/ n+ H2 k: c
How you tried to set them free,
2 S4 P. |' l7 a7 t& YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n6 _! N6 v1 p: t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( i2 B9 d: _, q0 b% mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % e& `5 n) Y8 r) @# Y$ Q* x# ?6 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 h& g4 |# y" B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! x6 D4 F6 i' Q- T6 W) T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ z# V2 Q' a: c- g: y% ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; N0 C0 m9 O- Y$ d+ r2 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, - V2 c1 B: _0 v3 H! V2 {) R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : f u. Q3 q l! N. P1 I( C
8 I- }2 E% k6 f0 \! nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& u/ Q: r) S& ?9 I) V1 G6 O# {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V$ m, o# B1 R$ C' t: v1 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . ?$ ]! w# M6 @2 u; }; t: N3 o: w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / g) Q) f$ A: {& D' F
, Z) s8 K5 t) l* P s |- |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 [: f1 `: w, L M; WHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 X) j/ V( P5 v# U8 FHow you tried to set them free, : Y2 ~* U. w9 X, ~8 q4 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, " ?# h, `2 K( q( g& x4 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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