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# G. y2 T2 N$ M0 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" s9 o: K# B: t3 B& fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ C; F p {3 v. a+ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; E4 \ n; Z2 x+ N2 j# @: y4 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ^5 \ }5 ^% n; X( i: \, f E0 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 @6 A& L8 ] c- [$ v* M
How you suffered for you sanity, ) v( i2 ?* a0 I' C' Y
How you tried to set them free,
( E6 n$ J9 h) v5 B E9 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , y; w, P5 Q- b7 {$ j' ^2 u# y) \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / B0 |! Q3 H$ V- Z) y0 B+ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 [9 b% ]& Z) T. r$ v1 c: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " H" O6 o7 v; g. \4 Y9 O- ~
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,
" ?7 o: K6 H: X$ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . w+ V" E' Q, x2 S( W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z7 l' j/ ?; E8 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, * n$ l& x9 E! c" n# `: K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * r, s2 F% j! c6 w- a" X
4 T8 S$ R& M8 {8 a2 r, x# wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / o; ]- g4 F& u2 p# q3 c$ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * T1 a% B0 e- R+ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 K+ X y' l! x6 X5 D$ gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 n4 A1 K" ~- Z. Z) G' g
) |5 e6 N2 D! t% R2 u+ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' G3 a1 d$ S5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,+ A; E9 m/ W S: t
How you tried to set them free,
% X4 r, P5 H IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 e1 z* S+ K! o0 m+ O5 Q) i# d7 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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