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# |: ]* D6 i3 y j, JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 R2 Z/ q. p% x) tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 U' X3 V ?3 a* L/ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# }1 x1 M2 Q/ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
c1 |1 T" f4 w% Z1 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! q+ @) F r/ h# E
How you suffered for you sanity,
) V# f: J8 m" }& ZHow you tried to set them free, 8 a/ l1 g) Z9 V& U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ]) d8 \6 ~0 w4 d! ?1 e- C$ F9 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 [. K6 i9 s9 ^- j% S& E; f' E6 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & A* E& D+ P: U. h; \5 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Q" Z; J1 Z F. RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & A# S$ X6 z: d1 u8 L3 ]/ J l
2 p! P( Q$ `; ^+ `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, z6 {. y+ [: ?$ z3 E- O# ]$ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 L/ T2 z: l& @7 k) n$ Q: X2 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, y; F7 V3 F4 ^" g+ D7 y: A
But I could have told you, Vincent, p0 q9 G% l% C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 E: V5 h# S9 Q. r5 B* N
8 k. s3 F( {5 R6 \* d; m/ g5 I% u" nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 z$ n" q2 Z1 b8 t8 ~7 v5 Y9 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' C9 E+ x. ]0 o5 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- o! o* h7 X8 p' t' C( o1 O ?. [# k4 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 e- `& m1 W0 D2 T
3 W/ o; b+ x. JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 d: [1 y1 ?/ c& i$ ?) t4 h$ j% F8 r' G
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 N1 S) {( i! OHow you tried to set them free, 6 X+ h/ j% ]; j! Y; D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 e+ E1 T) E! f+ i j6 g) ?, Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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