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2 m4 ]4 x4 w3 p4 v/ k0 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 r/ P6 K& O% ?" |+ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) I5 [# e* ~; e2 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' z8 X: X2 h) |. ]: S" _- N) HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ a" C7 f& N: F N/ M9 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 v' c0 r6 h( W# d
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ x: x( v& Y% A- o. ^- _How you tried to set them free, 4 ^. j' M! k/ N# S; w0 z+ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( f: R* \7 U' D6 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% i& ?* Z4 [' g+ `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Z" s: o0 a ~1 j8 ^8 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, f, F# V9 `2 g, |- p( f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / r: k! h$ x% b4 s& e2 Z0 s' n
. E5 e# S. r# A" `! {) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, u6 z" U- U& D. i& k3 t2 B, C7 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y- U( J3 f& i2 s" T0 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ S a0 L7 c0 Z3 r" \( `But I could have told you, Vincent, : @# M( q3 }! n7 T9 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- G% o. m) p3 g, c- C) }! f. x: @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . T- Q+ u8 ^( K* T4 }0 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j# w# f) J* P% _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 W4 F3 ?1 ~" P* F9 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & Q1 W; L& Z b6 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # B! z8 v) p4 P8 M, W( G8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ P! l' m; E2 n( `5 H6 S0 X/ YHow you tried to set them free, ' j: Q* S3 A9 H) ^( a8 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ u0 Y7 }- X/ u/ Z% ]$ f$ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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