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) R3 p7 i8 u) s5 R) ^: YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 i A5 K/ _7 X4 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / s9 J) q0 Z4 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* [/ \6 X; Z/ tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % c. K5 _1 N* w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 l# b: k! V( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
: \' w4 @7 ~4 [* UHow you tried to set them free, $ v0 f) m$ f# h5 s1 F( d" Y7 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ w' j9 [" V" h. F$ o) P5 |; ^& Y0 Q" L9 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! Z5 _/ e4 F: f/ S: J6 a! JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: } D5 l8 T8 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( G% u' |- ] p+ P8 L% y3 c
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, 0 j' N, i, d. i8 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; P" n j% l4 \* QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 u0 {9 m3 D2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ?' H: [+ ]" J$ k# OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; M" h! r/ }$ o5 ?8 Y( y$ P3 {9 N
# t+ A" A$ E8 W/ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 }9 y% D3 j p4 J0 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ]5 Z4 h3 d' |3 Z* [% RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G% ~8 s5 c, U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ u: ?& G; Z2 i
" `0 N: H# p" }! T# {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: F" l2 r' A1 t; g. E: H4 G4 cHow you suffered for you sanity,& H' ] i# c9 u) j0 U+ t! n' [9 l
How you tried to set them free, * g/ C; L; `/ C' T" [& n6 L2 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- |: J; u& h2 ~! _; I+ HPerhaps they never will. |
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