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4 C' P9 r: v) `' w- ?6 I& UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ?- j. w5 ~" M. q" U; M( U6 _& x* ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 F) |3 e5 y; `" `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 @9 h3 B5 O6 W+ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" G; w6 G. |; l5 c g5 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ r% t' F4 ~. l8 J0 g
How you suffered for you sanity, + O" g5 ^% N1 A3 l) {
How you tried to set them free,
6 r+ P$ t- l. J. t( JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' n. a. l: u7 H% ?1 K( AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( `& \6 L2 \! [' b, r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 N# k7 G! R [1 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 y8 T5 u+ e7 \: d2 \( b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. X9 q# o' A0 T( d: u( ]2 [
) A" |$ @8 U, P6 ?4 \& Y; jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 b9 L* p& x- k& j* T/ `6 Z1 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / q2 A. y! e! J. I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 p9 C* [7 t R5 H& [- a3 V: LBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ J+ _ T F! y* y3 ?1 ?9 T) K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! G. X/ \% p" D& ~( u2 D6 W8 u w
" B) B2 G. v/ w/ C3 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ `9 G& H7 R2 @6 w$ m8 n9 V" }% j+ t4 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, H5 t: k% G9 i/ w0 S* TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& [8 t( P3 A8 e# k P+ a5 R3 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 O' p7 \8 ~, f" H+ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 A0 O$ V4 u# b' y8 }( HHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y5 t% _9 w* b, xHow you tried to set them free,
/ O' l7 D# K3 E; S& [They would not listen they're not listening still,
' `+ u; y! ?; C% s( [5 N9 mPerhaps they never will. |
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