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6 v5 o! N+ r" i6 o- M- @1 L$ a7 L; qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 i& h E$ e/ E! T# w! D7 G2 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # _/ G T F) e3 v' @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# f; e' d4 A7 O. b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / d6 s" b4 U; C/ k' x# Z+ Z# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ |7 D8 S |4 S+ p1 P; X
How you suffered for you sanity, . P. ~/ D/ b8 ~& _3 U7 r7 y2 o2 U
How you tried to set them free, . _: S2 V) `1 K) y; N8 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % H7 I" K8 N$ }! I- V* V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! C5 ?8 W3 b# j& _; y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 l* ?. F" d N$ \8 o7 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; N) [8 [" W8 f* x: |- G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. I5 _/ `7 v: n& |) BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( X t- ]7 K: w VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) D+ p) O! D% c; g6 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' g3 K. F8 k$ Q/ x& x9 x5 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* Z0 b8 d- h" \7 T4 V/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' [+ C* z2 L, Q: E) O/ l
: X8 W" d1 u0 g6 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( |5 F) U: p8 I5 ^) { I' b, p; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# |! }% y1 M* \- l* f/ E8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 s+ B& a/ Y; Z3 ?! ?5 O% k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ?. {3 h7 G4 G3 I* ~6 X1 W+ e/ u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* B4 h N) a: P2 W3 THow you suffered for you sanity,
) v n7 N0 k: ~7 hHow you tried to set them free,
6 \% {3 ]+ E1 _3 i" Z% hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( g9 F. R1 l1 P6 r- T# ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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