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1 |# r0 {9 m6 Y+ k% o aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * k- H0 z% U4 k m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' e4 N( ?7 v' R$ p0 H( h; U! Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' V7 o+ Y( j# v$ w/ C) C- oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! o) Z, [: q' r! Q: HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( v) k0 y" R& O y7 u9 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d. {6 Q9 |5 y4 }4 i& tHow you tried to set them free, 1 o, e: y9 k9 T1 x3 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 u; b- d# {) ~6 L0 Q0 S1 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ a; f: @' }3 ~, u7 S7 o. h+ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 r3 v6 o1 b$ y- i5 k& X% b; _( iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ |* [; t; s1 G4 T/ q6 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 y: e- l. w5 n5 ?9 g
% c& Z0 T$ x- D& U, s4 m3 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 S! A: z; d& B3 M9 Y9 l' L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - m' T* y. u1 x; X Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ {! I D1 F4 L3 o' Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- D& m K/ E7 i$ z. `: f3 C$ h- q6 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( r1 `) ~ o; n8 E) `- V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 |+ H, I6 d; e5 c4 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 t7 _) y& p3 i3 q! t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % B, N( u* g% b: g$ G! j" D, O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ]2 t$ p8 e) c" o/ X% CHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 n! o1 q- s- U, g4 \+ PHow you tried to set them free, I9 \. Z7 @7 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
o& F8 Q: a+ M- g8 H& q9 aPerhaps they never will. |
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