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1 }6 t0 p9 q* O4 n$ nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N' E* B+ d, I7 l3 O7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 }+ ], a; r6 F) r l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ^$ R" a/ U. |0 @, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) V4 ?: {1 R4 b0 g4 y: j) R3 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. A% A" d9 l( \1 N XHow you suffered for you sanity, ' b; g! j' e) y6 A
How you tried to set them free,
6 ^; g3 w: u& o+ Q6 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- `3 a6 k( R3 y$ T1 T) x' |7 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , p: U, q; S1 d3 K: O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 @( ~- k" X2 a& Q/ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' @2 Z) I, ]8 L& u6 Y3 n8 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* e& i1 E# w$ B) G, S2 Y8 J) EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 {4 g* r( D8 r$ y. m' w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 T& V0 h+ O# b# ]0 {8 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, G- B0 z+ I" X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( M* i! `4 r m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 [4 `# r% u: i# `; l
; A/ N9 u3 O% \9 B, u7 c- a ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 M# D( M+ Y! ~# d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a. S' ^1 b3 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 w; S7 J- i3 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 G7 ?! ~9 [: V+ C& MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( A, Q$ [/ K5 Q; Q! Q d! O2 O) s
How you suffered for you sanity,
& k6 A) ~+ p8 E9 q# A2 DHow you tried to set them free, V; i9 y: a2 t% @! Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 _4 M1 }) m( l8 R8 u" f% R9 gPerhaps they never will. |
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