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8 a4 Q( f4 @% {$ g- PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" J$ T- } V" K' d1 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ h: _6 H' g; d. d4 \& G+ u# l+ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i* H" Z0 u4 S1 i2 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# x4 j4 r% ?" ]7 I6 [+ A' W* v. LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 f, |" Q/ ` M. L" `How you suffered for you sanity, 6 j8 c5 P" A2 z3 s7 Z8 v* A& H
How you tried to set them free, & _- t [ V5 P# R( y! R* m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / a) Z3 s4 ^- V' |' X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 e4 c; x+ L3 V' K/ M2 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 i: h9 P+ n$ |: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 X5 s8 s+ w2 A% z% @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 z. A5 g" x8 J9 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , @- b- u; h- ~5 `8 q7 U9 I; z- Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & H2 T7 m. ^( ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & u6 l( A* _4 X9 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! q/ h, f" n& b8 ?8 d0 q) B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % E0 |. @; Z6 J- R4 e
9 @6 W! |. Q a! l7 h# BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& [' T v( M$ F4 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # e/ v: M- p/ } z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- f7 @; m0 N$ g" f, jThe 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, * W$ N6 K( C! a( Y4 \ |" d; I
How you suffered for you sanity,+ N0 K w. n2 k2 _6 K; O3 R6 T1 H
How you tried to set them free, ( T. S/ ]1 V( L
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ]- r0 ~6 r$ N! v0 I* v. y
Perhaps they never will. |
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