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. K# X1 O/ _8 B b K7 [4 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ S: ^/ N$ M. C* X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! {6 r3 H U6 W( ^3 l" ]0 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ d$ [8 X* d9 q% I, N+ H; [4 z }/ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 ]% w4 o# ?! c# E7 Y% k: R" qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: @5 k# e7 g- g; q0 D( G! D
How you suffered for you sanity,
& N, Y" n: z. ]7 t$ IHow you tried to set them free, # y& s: |4 f$ S( ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 f4 D2 n h t. {8 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + s$ i1 @4 m' o7 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % D% X# j, y3 j9 V9 |3 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 c" Y& p; |( i8 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 y8 v. \! B2 A8 v! ]& b& R0 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( b! o7 c+ [7 n# c! J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, n; {& \* _$ W- X, s$ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 z: g) J: I+ q7 n, h% t+ M9 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; M g* O/ T4 }* tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 e. X- S1 {3 J7 f( j
1 t2 L' r5 v1 g- P+ `* K' u* bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. {" o6 O* E+ F. I7 o0 j: s+ U1 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; }) ~! x, f7 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 d) h. D* M7 m5 f6 E- h M# b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 S- F2 p' Q( D0 Z9 R/ K# a4 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 _) u7 e8 V" u* x, a$ H7 h5 n% hHow you suffered for you sanity,
# S' G" }6 [$ H- }How you tried to set them free,
5 `6 V4 _. E' u# EThey would not listen they're not listening still, + q. L& k% g: }
Perhaps they never will. |
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