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( E$ v- T8 k* u, p$ r0 }' gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ?+ k2 S' t' S% T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G8 F" g# Z$ B( z, _& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& f) b2 O B" ]! N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & s/ J7 w! U# j& ]/ p( b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. u. g# m1 ?/ F& g; l6 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
: A' M M5 ~$ `5 oHow you tried to set them free,
& D. q/ A! L2 I- |, T1 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 S( D$ k. h( z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( a" {! |/ p: QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + [/ f6 t# a! ?" t" k) U" }- x% q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( B" a- C2 P6 e' w/ {6 U9 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& P: F U/ y0 e: D: T( y2 h yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' P5 K& _/ A! pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 X/ A# s' j- h A# P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / c, c* Q2 P; h ?" x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# z% C; f0 B: \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Y0 ?8 M1 M/ r3 I+ F9 Z& ]) f
2 F$ e) s( V5 g3 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( X# `2 _ i5 a, A2 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% M+ ]3 G" I5 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* w% r5 A A, O! Q/ s" z: BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 ~2 @) \) D/ j- A3 Y. c" v$ b
( S2 O0 c7 h2 h6 K- UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- W1 I0 s7 J7 r! F- {/ i& [How you suffered for you sanity,0 c% U; u; ^2 n* N
How you tried to set them free,
0 e6 w( G0 R: \% p& J# w" CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 j' M% H3 ?) K1 X2 I. A3 k+ dPerhaps they never will. |
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