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h' c4 f/ c4 F1 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 I& i0 E5 m( PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & P# R" X5 |7 Q1 p& ?# m, s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 e2 l$ V1 X* b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ w- [) N$ ?- iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% C0 h4 `+ }) E, `2 I4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 A+ |! v( f8 {' X% T s( KHow you tried to set them free, 0 F+ H7 R) k. w/ r# S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; J5 M8 }2 |% uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; h; |" F& D/ e& D6 r4 O" V. k. K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 J7 B7 L. R& R& A, W& ?( Z _( \2 W- y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Z$ ^: S/ n- t; AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* f: g9 w7 i$ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 S( K6 b( \: e" G/ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' h# q. g( W! }/ N8 Z" _; l4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 A; Z) h( t) }' s5 C* f& m) Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, . O( e; U8 L1 f2 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& {& G, f+ _3 B4 O! i7 }, B# TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& Z; S- T& U" j& j4 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 F% Q9 r& v" J" s$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , B+ \$ `6 c2 p0 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; h3 r6 f: G- Y" t! Y- ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ?) ? Q7 n2 d4 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
* x( l- D# }, a8 _How you tried to set them free, 1 j( I( W- S7 l% c
They would not listen they're not listening still, , @* t; ~% ?* X5 ]6 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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