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6 y6 H: V, [) Q; U. \3 f0 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / v" T' ]: U; V( o1 k; {4 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! K+ ~6 P7 B% X: x0 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 \2 l0 E9 M) e# u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ {: x; X* W' [! k- a, KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( L h8 o4 }; o4 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Z$ ~& c f* F9 nHow you tried to set them free, 3 O# O/ V H. l H2 z4 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. }% R+ E+ V7 D3 c( M: C' Z5 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ f4 v( E6 _; g+ b4 N% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; {5 Q& n0 O, o( l6 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ |# H" v! U: m; X' V, {- _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# {; {% }. K n) PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 T! v3 D+ `+ b: o6 n/ xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % p. y' P6 o! O }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % E( Z% c7 q1 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, % P2 N' z1 D. J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 [! Y% M% M/ O- g J/ T
. i+ ]. C B- ^3 W1 I/ y7 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 T: r5 x9 b( H' L5 `; Z/ J/ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % u: H6 b) _0 ~% @ o! A' r% G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 T: V6 m5 W1 h. f2 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. l3 w9 R4 M7 ?: D0 H+ ?8 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q. ~ P1 P% M2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
v/ b# o8 m: {$ [& \7 }How you tried to set them free,
+ m$ t% C" \; ^" L. L# E' oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 M& p7 h& Q* H
Perhaps they never will. |
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