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& q9 i* Z: j% e: N# J4 D7 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : O! a y: K0 l, ?& a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e; I4 N+ R. M% ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ J! J" @6 m- D8 y+ v) T2 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 B1 Y" p: O3 l$ |5 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( L1 `$ N, Z& S% v. Z$ p
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 J9 u+ a! B3 X% t) N* n
How you tried to set them free, / d' I" M U7 Q( ]# L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Z: d6 r8 F" [0 r+ |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; |+ y: a9 g9 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s2 N3 X# o- s5 w. {' u7 d8 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
D) O9 h& {/ M$ \8 X! M5 A$ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % h+ q ^& o3 O8 V4 k
8 Z" y8 {6 }: G' g- R* e- ], jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % L: s$ w9 a5 F3 ? q( {4 u0 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 f1 @- z+ q/ z% v" L( w% B. N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # c6 d- G3 l' l8 w0 k/ k |' ^$ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 J& D! o6 A7 Y/ Z/ a% PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; V3 M4 j+ t. u s v1 b( P5 C* I! `+ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 [9 y+ T. E. f( f, P+ c6 c0 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
z, d& V. f- hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ~! E/ {9 x- P$ p+ lThe 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, - ^' M6 r" M) a g
How you suffered for you sanity,1 S$ T" v: ? S3 U8 @9 m) Z) x
How you tried to set them free,
: l- g. h2 X: U8 a4 l: F7 j( V3 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 J9 ~, T+ E6 w0 @$ KPerhaps they never will. |
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