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8 B* c2 L: d# a1 e& rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 _) I2 `. n! G+ M6 L% rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 B2 X" Y' \3 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 h& D; c- P o/ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ?. \" t& E1 E+ A: F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," p. j2 v( a1 V% ^% ?9 K/ z
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 o/ m# w5 d0 `3 m6 ^- C
How you tried to set them free,
7 Q- ^0 O O0 c& }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- @% \% g% w& |% d, y6 S2 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ h9 U, A8 P, B) ?# S8 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 T5 {3 \# `3 J. e& ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! J) a$ i8 ?6 E. d" h, eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: \! F/ v/ B* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 N/ \. e/ h' @- h' b a+ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & I' T* m8 `/ x3 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 h8 i! P) O0 f5 o7 T8 K- nBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( n4 h. j$ r# H: {3 { `! s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & T. Y: d6 @% E# Q# a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% O+ m. z- v* t& i4 {7 e4 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * o, ?! e1 J& v1 f) N" x. Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - Z9 F, D$ m; J. X; K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) [9 R @5 X q+ I6 C$ I
- m* g. u" s& `% z* X6 {' wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 x- t# g# L; \0 k I$ w8 D2 VHow you suffered for you sanity,- Q9 t' E4 E6 Y0 ^
How you tried to set them free, 6 [$ \- f, O+ _- n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( a4 Y5 c8 W& F% U" E
Perhaps they never will. |
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