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8 P' ?, S2 j( v( D) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 a3 n- p. t2 E8 e3 p( p5 U$ _" m+ x. \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % v& `5 J; b6 J& z! N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 \# A& \1 S( w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . _+ a& f8 w0 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. H" k2 v8 M5 ^+ {! }How you suffered for you sanity,
% v6 V: I- I5 ?6 dHow you tried to set them free, , D& D, O9 q! J4 D5 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % v0 y4 ^# j; S- D& x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& t0 i4 Z9 R l9 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 J7 f% ~* j3 G g8 l$ B& g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Y5 j1 L) Q2 `
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, ' x) r D& n- X1 g& |5 x2 t& p, y3 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & i- n" |6 U, l* Y7 u" W" K: i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " v% n5 b8 y# W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: b6 j5 e" K4 @" M, y- X( iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Y2 l1 O1 S3 g4 D. x1 V: Q7 h
4 v" V5 Z; u3 K1 x% [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: M3 Q* m& G+ j8 q6 g) _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 b+ f8 [$ O- I5 w, y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# f' H) b( [9 Z: q7 s9 a3 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,
8 i( B* G: d( d1 T* N0 N6 yHow you suffered for you sanity,0 x# M5 y& c# @8 P$ W, _
How you tried to set them free,
' c/ B3 d& e& N" h4 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, / k, U/ O8 {5 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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