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6 F! p( x) y3 p% l6 C; I; ~% \9 ^2 E! IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Z$ f; R1 X( `/ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# \7 y) n6 Q. w) ~9 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 }- f) n0 f; |. nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 P2 _( W9 e: Q% d6 o3 X8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 D8 ]% Z) B" i( CHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 i7 M B# z% L* n: zHow you tried to set them free, - S4 T, q$ K/ \$ ^6 b1 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ H0 M7 C% H% s! W% r) \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( R8 g0 N& x% @( fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# F: S' z' U0 b8 n z: {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 T7 k$ V) z K0 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V7 n' G9 r+ g( s/ I5 E( a' t5 x
7 g; d7 j. e4 C9 a+ L; o, ^7 b9 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 q7 z& Z+ F; i9 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 F% [; A0 }) w) [' v5 k) u0 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) |, x, k$ o2 `* G6 {! [( s6 X6 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, - i6 C e5 C/ b; U5 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / g @4 @7 t# p9 ]8 ]6 Q
( D" n( C0 o3 b# p' C5 {9 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. _, c, l6 ^5 c. D: o* iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: F$ K1 D. Y. ?+ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ l) X' Q; g2 a$ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# y* O) Q* I1 g4 o: `3 T' \& K2 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) a6 s4 r. P# ]- _6 M( vHow you suffered for you sanity,
. E+ q3 C5 Y9 w, |& i9 h( bHow you tried to set them free, + g* g: s4 g2 F2 s0 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, & ~4 e9 z) G: P$ `6 U( R/ c$ \1 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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