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& d$ w4 E/ m9 `$ {8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 t6 `, N' B4 R2 G7 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 N, o. y" c/ W6 `1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 D) m2 I" ^+ ~% GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 y; K. J+ O5 u( RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* [' z3 |+ J! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
' g( k( y; `% t- @& AHow you tried to set them free,
) T: |/ b. T: Y9 z) s. R- P' \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Z; {9 l& U6 A7 u1 \$ s% S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , d3 U( W& G" E6 K$ T! o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ J8 C4 D" x" q0 D$ N/ KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % T0 n% n. L( P" J+ g6 ` D" J1 v
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, 8 w8 R0 M ]6 w8 ]! K* X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 n4 u4 i n7 t2 }0 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & O8 H, Z% K+ M- l) u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 Y9 B) q7 Q7 r! l8 x( |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ], |" T& b) e* `. M
4 S' b/ l2 }: q2 f0 x1 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + {" A& k5 x1 e* i6 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " R0 Y$ [7 u1 p3 @ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' U, F4 q, G/ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K9 T+ z. E0 J d8 ]5 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, b% N+ I/ [' `$ l, J0 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
! q) r! d# q$ Z, h( h% THow you tried to set them free, $ Z1 [6 L# N! r. x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 E' a& O* j6 [0 @$ H( y! v% m* N6 U2 z. vPerhaps they never will. |
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