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, V T+ }1 G3 ?8 n0 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 b, R* T5 c# {. K3 e9 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' P3 w8 l \# _8 I' u& B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 p4 J& x& [- ]: M. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; C. b; b: @, ^: l* z* n0 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ^1 n* x3 Z- g: N- O; N" p
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J6 K. z: ?9 ?7 v7 i& _; }( wHow you tried to set them free,
$ G5 i; E' @7 L; }9 H( }6 S1 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & Y8 D2 T' Y2 v. g& P& |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 F3 {, _- n4 y% f! E$ v" N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F, L3 {) D% ]0 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 }' H$ ^8 u5 j" I0 ~* B) J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 X8 M& R1 i7 ?3 P6 ` x$ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( `& e9 g5 u* }5 G8 _8 E# P- C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 L/ @+ n; Z3 B$ G6 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- G; l: q& C' z" S" |( h1 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: n( y& y I$ p+ E0 k$ t1 g4 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' Y' Y+ }* |7 J' \' h2 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; F" Y# Y3 _! B' @: F7 G0 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 p) q; g; V( P8 s9 C! o6 [9 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% `" ~5 p8 V! @6 F0 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # t. K, M9 R q3 Z. M, N: ~
" J) g( o7 h4 z( J5 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - {& n6 m, ?- F1 s8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Y' ?% Q* i4 X) I, qHow you tried to set them free,
, W% l2 g4 U; X- G6 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ H' B8 A- _+ z# V* s: KPerhaps they never will. |
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