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$ n& u& Q' Y6 ^3 e8 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & M3 ^5 J- }6 ~( K# j) T5 n% {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & M% N9 M, c. T' p2 A% X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! U( b: K8 O: O1 \. ]# o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 l, h. _0 E, f$ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 t4 {" r0 ^7 v rHow you suffered for you sanity, ! T/ k( P5 C6 @8 W% f1 S- O
How you tried to set them free,
# T/ [* Z/ V9 u* u) Z0 t' vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* W7 C0 \* x) a; a- vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Z: u" a" i' E7 a" C; {+ [% A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 S/ G6 b% v G: V: y) u" sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , H- ?) ^0 L4 ~- E" [
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,
" q7 o4 V. [) n& v, y: z& q/ |& _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Q( M& L' m/ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* S! O: o" y* W# @* A# sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) e0 t7 W& F, G9 r5 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Q4 Y1 y% u% O/ J9 E. o& O }0 F* L
' M% P2 W4 d" pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # F3 m6 p: }- u' w, O; ^2 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 W! j" i# x6 D; j: n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c7 r2 j: D- m0 m: pThe 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,
2 D: Q" Y3 r \) V: G( ?' THow you suffered for you sanity,
& y# @* T" d* uHow you tried to set them free, # ~- M, ?$ J0 x9 x8 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 T9 v& i, e9 V6 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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