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8 _8 U0 H8 `1 X4 |9 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) D8 }, b; D* Y# o0 M# F/ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ I: _5 l: u0 b5 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. b* D6 G1 q3 V* v3 n8 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 c2 H5 e. y8 w# kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" x0 q0 O' D& s, k N: H bHow you suffered for you sanity, + ]. ^4 u, b/ s
How you tried to set them free, + ~# w6 b* @7 D; s1 Z* `$ C% \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 M4 m3 X8 ?, o' z( t/ t6 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- u* N* q! `# R& x4 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! |5 n( q3 W# L7 }$ z. m3 O$ n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & I$ ]" l. V. |! b! l R6 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 P" Q% I P( t& ?& d; l. q
; q1 ^$ F) U! K0 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ { w1 o6 L8 F. kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 U: D& L* r ~0 V) c6 \5 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; W* l, b0 s" L/ n# f" h6 d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" l9 y" Y, d* ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ]- v* j ?, W8 u
/ G8 ]1 s. o( C! K9 _2 r0 H- u! ]( s! PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 J7 ~- e5 J- y$ R+ R3 k+ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a% X1 ^$ q6 R t# ^2 V, n1 x& u6 S2 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 x% @( P6 q* z+ C5 N! c" D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) g- u* |* v1 P3 t( x" T0 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! }+ l, T, o- `9 N g$ e5 W( J p. A
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j7 A$ G5 k) a) ZHow you tried to set them free,
8 ]% J3 N+ f& F i3 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, + @* x& Q' c. ]8 |% |/ t7 }( X! o
Perhaps they never will. |
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