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9 c3 Q; q1 |$ n* ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, c7 v& A3 o- h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ^; d: R* ?2 e+ p4 d+ W) V9 u, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, a0 `5 N# w- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & f: g3 R/ L- S* C5 j; \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' `9 O* s9 _; R7 m- ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ D% z! I% ^; M7 F7 p6 s, @How you tried to set them free,
|4 G7 Y! x" H% H# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # k0 _( O- t% W9 s5 h' b6 Y' j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 e# I3 P4 d" G* g7 i& Z# }- i9 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 L; N* m" J% y8 }5 v# e( q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Q: l% Z* d5 v1 h1 M3 _+ ^4 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 {; }6 a. z6 o/ P# J( D
+ |' C' Z! K9 D3 w$ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ?" Z$ @. O0 d* Q* \4 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 O/ Y0 j" o' L1 h5 m7 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 u9 U7 d* H Y2 t$ }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 S: N2 }0 i, c) x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ~0 c2 a$ i2 k( Z6 w9 N, S; h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! \0 W# b0 K2 J3 M! z8 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # R* Q0 [, }& ]. w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 J! B& p' m8 I8 o: v2 c/ F, MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ a! Q" n1 y1 S: ~3 a' k
, Z4 K" T( \- Q* eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 O- m+ }. E Z1 o7 d: z; j
How you suffered for you sanity,: B5 Y6 k% @. N
How you tried to set them free, " D% {3 }. ?+ m. U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) [! R, a' h" ^" `! I
Perhaps they never will. |
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