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! f& l' r# I: @7 X% AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & D. C0 ]. t. [ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: n* d2 T% K9 ]; xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 j+ i( T$ o1 e* u% OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 J( @* }: v2 r2 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# @( X' d3 U+ g A; u
How you suffered for you sanity, + a, K- z1 j0 D2 |: j" `* ~* b2 _
How you tried to set them free,
" t9 w# O7 r+ l* D/ V1 z) QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # B6 U4 J2 j. N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 n I: C* u$ O5 E2 I6 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) S( `1 V4 C4 ^6 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- P. ?1 a% Q, R. h q* jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 x) P4 `% H* z
0 ?# S7 i5 q+ K+ i: p! b6 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 }/ t0 M0 F" t+ u6 C2 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 J# O1 c6 e% `' OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 z5 H0 x. D5 @. Q& \7 k; e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& e& o* D5 U4 A7 Q6 h/ H7 Y6 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 z- q; D' k9 P2 y3 m9 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. @' [( u) x/ N2 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# I% ~9 b, a7 R' L, w( @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, o7 [$ L( Y) R4 ~( z# |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( m; Y. x; D4 O% N- Q
7 ]1 ~0 H8 @1 r/ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! H$ p I+ s: d( ^; C2 i' i
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 E7 x5 e8 j4 ^! d1 d) HHow you tried to set them free,
# H9 X( z! X8 h. M1 ~1 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ S6 R) \& D+ {. ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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