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8 x8 R i3 I1 ?0 i( g" i4 }' AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( s0 O* d& r2 s" j% I( v8 H; B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 |5 G) ^2 c/ k/ l. X7 e) H/ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 D0 O& R; O, f2 N) \9 Y: u' I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ R/ Y5 W6 Z) K* FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: a1 ], P, L# a4 J' v5 \9 D p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; {% {6 l$ A0 _8 HHow you tried to set them free, & Z; M5 d! P# D' D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 `' A' ^/ O, J4 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' I. x: t, B% K2 ^* K! A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Z0 l: q& d! R8 K, ~+ JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 |: | T, V8 T: g4 `" ~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, + O0 d3 W8 N% b0 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / J. l+ x& k! `" B* a% _8 `6 p, N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' K5 v+ e4 w( {% }& M, B
But I could have told you, Vincent, " G# g3 X, w6 |+ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 [* v% t# w0 U5 @" f' K$ d# ~
! Q$ x3 Y, o S1 V( gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, C: D( r9 Y- a$ t! I" A4 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 S+ d9 m: V! V' r, \4 K" |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" W \, }2 N9 ^1 E* V' p; I: k1 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,
! g; [! Y9 W* O1 cHow you suffered for you sanity,! q* R$ l. X- V! Y
How you tried to set them free,
: C3 |( W2 @7 `. yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 l5 x' X7 k" q; Z c' Z' ]Perhaps they never will. |
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