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3 U [: u% D" U2 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 p& Z0 z. n# dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 E1 A8 L* _+ ?: H! A. y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* Y" y4 K+ r# |! [+ ~' Y% t& GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 w2 W" _1 K2 |/ S3 ]7 Z$ D% q/ u7 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]2 i. ^8 E3 b8 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
- H& T7 E, v! h# u# N R KHow you tried to set them free, & I3 V6 r/ k) [1 E4 `5 N! i" U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ~4 u- m7 d2 o9 }+ Y- OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ~' W* @, B3 ?8 E0 m USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% S: Q4 Z- }3 B) }6 W7 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 m, R) m3 v6 ]
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, $ E u& m& e1 d- p8 O2 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. D" X" _! x4 r, y% Y6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ H' l- E9 l- w5 p3 Z' d3 f3 o. EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 q: h% G; I! N, o) h/ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ^! Q3 z3 P, o( r; b! P. ]
! \! W, F( H- }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 B0 K& X. @) Y2 n) y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 e! L3 T4 F* X9 B9 U4 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) L$ e- z" G! d" i. k% k5 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 n! \# [) Z. ?0 v& \2 }" D/ t/ | rHow you suffered for you sanity,
, }+ X9 ]; K2 J+ fHow you tried to set them free, ( S9 m9 e/ t9 U v% v
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 I2 f% v( `5 L! d
Perhaps they never will. |
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