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/ w6 G1 W" u- P- pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' p+ x* U6 h& [) |% W' q; hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* i9 F" k/ D4 ?+ k( E$ tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j) A5 \* p6 |1 s/ Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 s: t* _- E7 T3 f2 R4 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Z$ ^7 _8 R' IHow you suffered for you sanity, + d0 x9 P# Q4 O. o/ R4 R+ a9 o: S
How you tried to set them free,
& m# r5 U" l% Q+ a \/ V0 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * U: G9 c7 ~3 M8 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" O( a3 z9 w4 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ?' e( A" u( [; |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ O. j/ k5 p4 c8 U5 m' FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ?: O: v. }% D6 Y1 i& n8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) c" c" v& `/ G4 E$ c8 X3 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 \6 _6 ^; ]1 v, c# @You took your life as lovers ofter do, # e* l8 g7 J) i8 K; o
But I could have told you, Vincent, & D; x1 P" X9 a/ M. c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y# K( T7 t/ s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 S$ i2 ~; }$ i a( y2 R( L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / `# u1 S5 U" }! t2 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & a: j" b4 [& e3 `/ r0 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I+ |) B/ N F7 Y1 D7 O
# ^' _% X" K7 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& d8 ?. ^- g C& P( RHow you suffered for you sanity,3 j/ W3 S* P* H
How you tried to set them free, ! D7 Y6 k8 `; E% a( T" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 S. M {) t' P. l }) \9 U" J
Perhaps they never will. |
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