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. ~. I/ |, |, OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Q* t' n4 f" e7 h* w8 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' W4 s, p3 Y+ y0 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% U% E" F I3 Q1 v- J3 z& {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! q8 ?/ w: k" P* m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) a/ |5 {/ E9 g# }5 T$ GHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z; l. y- s6 a2 y. E; ?* o* vHow you tried to set them free, ! p' g2 Z- ?4 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
f# Q4 F8 a1 O0 ^/ Q# tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ k+ X/ T$ i* Y, X+ h6 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 X" o4 p9 o* z# M- \1 P8 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 N- { ^5 x/ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 I* n8 |8 m% G5 m
2 G& N$ E5 ?2 n+ G' o* _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ u' Z9 c$ n! E4 P) Q2 ], z$ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ W( m, S$ l+ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 N9 o0 o8 N9 Y3 H8 Y5 I7 I% z5 _But I could have told you, Vincent, ) Q! W0 }9 p2 l1 u. n8 O+ r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & o& ~) P; h, u# [
, P4 @. J; G1 M/ |) G# ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b0 K. \. S$ T. e7 P4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 W5 a/ r- l% S$ a0 k0 o2 Z: M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% @% Z# T. h- N. J+ k- [+ b+ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 S* g) D; L z' ^& o* R" t" [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 A2 i! L6 j. cHow you suffered for you sanity,9 f9 J5 B) b5 R5 P" F; y6 M0 t
How you tried to set them free, 4 f- u9 e1 W% g4 P3 s \9 T$ I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 l0 m# W7 U3 u# I% P
Perhaps they never will. |
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