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' P a1 q) F& E% V. N% |6 C7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 L9 {" ^9 d: F2 n; ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 y& Y' _* U/ D0 r& @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 {! \8 e' a0 N8 ~) M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 P% h0 y8 t, E6 m! ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) f3 G/ M' b- I3 ^; t: R8 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 w" L( g Q H6 fHow you tried to set them free,
/ N% Y' J) u0 L9 ?$ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' t5 F; }1 M8 \$ r, y; v+ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( b6 j! M" M! p$ l- J, Y4 p4 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% @: {# m3 A2 v6 ?$ |: ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 t1 c5 Q" V. O/ y. [3 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! P8 S, c O8 J) C& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & c/ c$ T& t3 A8 v- x7 f. e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 m: j% j7 d: i# m4 F) j6 n A6 e; ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, * M. D, T7 [: t9 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 i5 ]+ }3 t$ y/ r) m- {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! R5 o& r, x( W
2 \. M% B! i* Q QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: v# m& R# F Y0 r l, N( fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
M: e* Y8 K9 i: Y" t# ~) v. w- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + t% P( L9 n& d \' d7 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ]" z1 V0 E/ P1 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; M& _5 ~0 D3 nHow you suffered for you sanity,! u) P% e4 C5 y; a( m: N
How you tried to set them free, 9 U& q' d7 K/ r- Q" D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 k8 V: T8 w$ A0 }! y& E- E
Perhaps they never will. |
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