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6 ^9 }. o! p9 s' q! H9 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' O8 i' O' M7 i, @6 @6 ?. vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; g, N* j- g) G7 P# [; Z8 I9 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a) D0 D' o; ~8 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 S! h- D0 ? T( ^+ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 b9 A' g! h8 [/ r' B
How you suffered for you sanity,
: }! ^1 U: v) y- T* bHow you tried to set them free,
2 K" C6 \) g6 B! X+ [, @. y" hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; i8 R, t' r% @- [4 p/ u" hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 D& F6 X( [: M6 G6 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' f, V" t2 Z U! hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ^7 F( I* b% ?- C+ y4 t0 b6 e% tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 c8 v# `/ |0 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 C* M: n, P$ ^6 ^$ T, W9 ?( s( ~! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 y$ @5 n$ h5 {+ _4 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' O+ R3 t" I- U* u* j* V7 M) y! N
But I could have told you, Vincent, - K W% B5 Y! \+ U* ^3 j2 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / J1 P0 F' q. d6 g1 ?8 T
: Q5 S4 Y/ H8 j: RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 C' m" F: p' w! I& X2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * p) i. P; W$ t' v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
t8 r- A Y$ OThe 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, 6 {- m3 a! _0 a) f1 O. f' J' L
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 c( @ p1 Y3 \: {5 f6 aHow you tried to set them free, * b; `( N7 g" ^; T6 Y5 Z1 t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ d9 t7 ^1 v7 m- YPerhaps they never will. |
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