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6 D" f9 a' m9 W8 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ~$ u* V# h' V! ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - i# C _& f" E, h3 k. t" }1 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ x, l- P- r9 ]( H" u2 v3 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " n+ E0 a& T1 H. g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ g3 n& z: \& u! H8 g$ {. e
How you suffered for you sanity, ! d- l+ B, H$ `
How you tried to set them free,
& l& V/ s/ _0 d+ k6 \1 I* uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " o( h, {3 [6 v9 z/ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 e0 r2 g. B! B8 H- JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ?" z! v% Y5 g: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: W9 {7 v8 c5 _& H* J$ \7 [2 |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, 0 I C, I% k- O. G2 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ]! W4 W; p' M& m3 d. l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , l/ E8 b# e. Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 y2 J3 H6 O7 _7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 o2 D: c6 q h
- b. {' t. K n, l3 A& c, rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & B0 g1 S% R! z: I1 j' l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, [7 ^! O/ @" e5 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Q$ T1 k5 y% N4 j& eThe 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,
7 I( X: Y- [$ Q6 c) d9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,' }! T& Z+ a' U. |! k# q6 `
How you tried to set them free, + u+ r7 k; L! Z" _( A& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 w$ \5 X0 J1 T' ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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