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9 q, R7 a9 S: w# y* bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) X& I1 |/ b* O' ?( I7 ], ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) q' p; ?# \4 U! f# V1 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# I% Z. L3 z! ?: w n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 @7 X6 X+ L( S9 e* r V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
a6 P# v' }' ~/ L) e! K; x9 S$ K3 hHow you suffered for you sanity, r0 r4 n; l- k5 H, z
How you tried to set them free, # Y2 J9 E% ~) e! C+ A! ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 V8 M0 L6 k' K2 z+ o8 r, [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% U- R# v- h$ S; x# s5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 W" J7 U; `% y7 a* ]: O2 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p4 \ p$ U/ H, S8 E3 C9 c1 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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}; m, Y/ E A: AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' y) _- a7 ?5 ~% b& a* W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 f. f' A9 g$ w0 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - c# v* ^ ?) N$ ]$ F; \
But I could have told you, Vincent, . |) h8 j" f, E' M9 z4 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 l3 M% Q8 ]' l8 F+ ^9 U, \
7 q. W' \( L$ E- E6 _. a: Y1 d& uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , m; t+ b3 ?8 l( c+ {* ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. @+ _ Y, E7 V4 Y/ v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : M+ d, v3 m5 Y8 ^% @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: A8 R) I3 l0 J0 u/ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
N! N j0 p2 S+ P2 y9 V9 dHow you tried to set them free, : I* w- l, Y4 m( l# M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" J: z6 F7 ]1 D5 JPerhaps they never will. |
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