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5 n9 B4 N3 c7 J* uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . T) q- ?) v s( L) r+ |' }2 c# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; e: c' S- k( G8 b- y* ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 g* K. s6 O% e) y1 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / G: `% q& Z& V8 D" U$ Y9 |' ^3 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# w0 p4 O4 ^8 ^: g& O) V' AHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 J7 c( s4 L+ t: s1 x. ZHow you tried to set them free, ) K6 X& T- i/ l/ V+ A& X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( P3 f8 f/ }' e; ^8 S7 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- r. C# v6 p pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ [7 o& N5 S6 Z. MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ y f0 u! A9 U/ o. AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; c4 c0 g. W9 Y6 H1 Y- ?. t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. b% c D2 o8 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! U7 L+ K& \' ]/ B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h1 w) l- e. z' \& FBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( B* ~' `$ ~2 n u. K! Q2 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # i: n3 Y1 N$ R' L. m: e& Q& \
! S8 M6 s6 S5 j' b7 z9 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 F. a5 {, T. _/ Y/ }/ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 y% N0 b2 G3 C \. t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 t$ X: U" P, @ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 o: C$ y6 s# w/ v: G- a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # j% Y2 |- U1 ~) I7 p% }
How you suffered for you sanity,. f. C9 ^2 f( ]0 H; [9 g/ L
How you tried to set them free, $ j) e0 H8 _4 ` E Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) ]) U4 s6 p5 o$ E( O5 f nPerhaps they never will. |
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