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' ^" a8 p0 j A: T: O. r( PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ B; J4 Y* T6 f* W3 y" q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & T! s+ Y2 a5 N- }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. M( Q, h% E ^) i# ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 q1 f+ c- e* G p" {) w) h! ~$ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% t7 u' j4 D1 J1 c/ F; JHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 `0 e' K7 g( l* B. s* Q( CHow you tried to set them free,
$ {: ~" \+ [, j& W8 ?) ]: }+ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 E0 V* x% G7 [2 w/ V: l& L! L3 W7 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ |7 {' a. k- k2 I1 I# vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ S# n( R# \1 s, LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, [) d+ v2 e1 s1 R6 v8 A' B2 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. L# G' S$ W. u1 f
2 }+ g# `' B: p; w5 S6 S% G) |: w5 e- {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 C Q* W" Q v3 @# T, gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + h( M |. j1 X0 P% C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Y# \7 \& E" h' t; ? HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: T# N' ]! _+ J0 @5 T* v3 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 D% G2 o" `2 M
, l" C3 w) r5 q9 }7 O: Z) e9 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 V! T3 I; T8 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 _9 U; M: D' ?. |# V: A3 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n# }! E9 |( K7 l _7 g8 x8 R) L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" _; F! g0 T' XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 h- X- v+ C8 p9 x. B; R' F
How you suffered for you sanity,% _5 j! c2 o/ `$ o
How you tried to set them free, * I/ ~& |# J& c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 r3 s& }8 f1 r+ Y! C
Perhaps they never will. |
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