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. @1 e3 _; G; j. C6 W) \4 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; P2 o7 q, ]5 q6 m- b, J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 u$ p- m& v. L, t5 |7 u* z3 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D" M6 C* b; x) Z eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 F' f4 \, N4 |: s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," G6 F/ r, T; c. W6 ]' A j" G
How you suffered for you sanity,
: I6 I7 U8 w& I$ AHow you tried to set them free, ; _5 q) a# x. C" y$ [6 x J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 P. c3 z/ X7 T. E6 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 g+ ]) u3 `3 A. G: `3 Q$ q; VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : o9 }' R. N3 Z" D# s/ J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ d. @: a1 j2 d& C( JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, H* t1 {: L. ^4 A5 c6 p* ~$ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 {* v# c( a/ \2 x7 K: j4 E! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
l$ F4 H* ~7 t; @3 e+ {# l/ m0 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 e% Y! D. L, ]6 O+ `% E9 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& {$ w: r8 I0 ^0 y4 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 M1 S+ ?) h: r5 C1 `. Y. R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' C' v/ w# h% v( Y3 [7 T% u6 ^' P* S/ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 Z; r& v9 `2 P; M! S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ }- S3 h5 I2 t( B+ h( p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) u: W, m n% w7 T6 |' l3 p
0 J! R* A$ o+ U1 B) {- KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 W6 e J! E( x! |% A# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ o6 M- |! a& b6 W$ i. u1 W% wHow you tried to set them free, 5 T0 f* [% D8 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 m m5 I- @) C3 Y2 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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