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: r% A* o! L& |( g( t! dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; `8 T' J' U9 h& W( i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: T4 L1 t2 o6 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# P2 X; j9 E+ z9 ^, y1 j" pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ t; k9 O) l0 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& U1 R2 @8 J2 C8 P' P+ m
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 k2 [5 K( M' o& a! V
How you tried to set them free, - o, C+ o7 Y% F0 f9 v$ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Z: W( {9 |+ H; k' X" s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 {- s" ~- U# v% lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # q# ]1 C+ a P0 v/ T" c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& G9 J C" D% |- f% N KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * s) x: `4 g8 _- {3 w; }0 x, k
4 P; z6 {4 y4 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) R& b) ~/ S/ P# kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ^. \' h0 s- L: T/ XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; e8 f. K% z) ?6 E& X" c9 GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 [6 R% i+ d/ Y! Y# e1 Z# DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! j/ S+ D! ]6 u* S+ @2 Z
2 w+ Q$ U) E: l* @. c$ B9 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) B; Y# a* s9 k9 L* L1 C* SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 W+ Q: B+ ?- T, B c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) X; S! ^) s% X( [/ UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 b/ d, j4 t2 R9 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ?9 ~0 u2 v( DHow you tried to set them free, ( r2 {( S/ g, Q9 X5 T2 W: G8 y. r
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! D6 W! U- }, ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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