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' p/ |! x4 P3 ?9 X! fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `( c6 |$ W( R' [% O! p5 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & S; X" D5 K7 G) m) ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& m+ s6 W6 o# q! ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ l! L- u1 \8 l- b, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( E7 Q2 {# L& g% C2 o
How you suffered for you sanity, ( ]. A) S4 p. i
How you tried to set them free, ' Z% x+ F9 P! Y/ R1 l8 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 {# a" x9 p; s% W' [; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B: h& Q4 H: _5 U% G& P* X" {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 C/ V0 ~7 T" g# E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 u" _+ Q; ~# E a) b0 D; [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 @4 f: L; T5 T4 N) h
$ Z- d3 X* K5 P7 A. fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( u2 r! i. j# T6 Z% ]2 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & O/ l$ J8 @( f$ L3 `+ x8 ], i+ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 p2 X) O; y7 v) v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. G2 g& P: m, T% k/ d" H3 u4 p8 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , D$ t* E2 o: Y# p3 w
4 v% s$ k' N) iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 f4 i G) R* H4 ~& C2 f' F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & g9 B" }: m- T9 {& K- [. [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; B0 v8 U Y# o# VThe 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, , } E5 S4 O S
How you suffered for you sanity,3 s3 u M: Q5 I# ]; S B
How you tried to set them free,
$ P z$ R+ F# yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' k# k% n/ l4 B( x/ ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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