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- z+ e8 w* B& _& Q+ `! aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & s8 I5 _% A8 H; e& d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % T B6 ^3 f" l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: @9 q) H1 R1 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! v# w* H' R: _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ V0 B. b" z( K. _6 j' @* NHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 [' @! U8 S2 U: v6 qHow you tried to set them free, 0 h" C/ M3 S% u' j" e& I9 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 _) R' C2 T3 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + a, o) T2 E) }. H* Q# s- _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R, g. |# m& V& U% AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 K+ L0 V2 ^6 \, e3 [! e" a L
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,
! b- k n( g/ j, \1 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 L8 C8 ?& ?9 C" J$ O" qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' u7 X/ K: s# c. O, v" g& k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 m6 e, D8 c( P, mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ^- o, K" s! R
& \ L( c5 t" @) |, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 O! m* F) Z4 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 U) Z# o3 o& T' u4 C+ Y% OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : D: h: q2 v% [; j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 `" j" Q w7 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + P c Q, ~; I" P% @ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 V0 \# K$ K# r/ lHow you tried to set them free,
6 X* {8 o" \7 v' T& m6 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, # u* _' V5 ~: j& {, F
Perhaps they never will. |
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