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1 P) M! l6 M( q" [; D/ G5 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! V B: e1 P- w! u; f5 f! T2 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) t! n* o, u+ ~3 v1 D/ n4 |6 t R4 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
X q2 S( b0 I8 R9 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ f. p W/ T: H3 d/ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' ?. ~6 x6 @8 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
# S$ c" j f5 E+ u' s) M. Q. NHow you tried to set them free, ) F& h, r$ r5 v( F6 H4 y5 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 j. x/ y4 U- f; ~" p4 O, T8 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 u$ W5 b% ?' {% t# oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 G- G6 s( a# W3 T) R- ^' E9 e2 T9 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( _( O1 ?) q3 r l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 T9 D( m- X! T+ N1 U0 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) V* y% H) A: T, ^1 y _5 \% d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ P3 N! M, _$ l* u( J9 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! l1 n- E( |- K* F9 V9 k$ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ Z9 i6 t) }& Z: `# h FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ w! r6 Q K1 q0 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 j, w( ]7 W z! k6 ^% \7 c, \' jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & i2 H* {1 G% L* A0 J$ ]) b# c2 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 |$ c" ?. v3 [: n* Y0 c2 A- o& \1 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. h) Y& o5 e5 q+ G6 z9 qHow you suffered for you sanity,1 }6 q; k; |. \5 A1 L- s
How you tried to set them free,
: R7 E. D6 p" V& o I% }They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 d% e; d7 e. D" \
Perhaps they never will. |
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