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& z2 L( p, f. A @3 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& C6 q- i1 ^7 _: C4 k# U( o8 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - E H4 T9 s/ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 \* i r: f4 J2 A" B7 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ^ F' ~* X$ _+ W& g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Z9 D5 o$ U: A( v2 M2 I* T$ k L
How you suffered for you sanity,
" G+ |' t- \# X5 a" j( FHow you tried to set them free,
/ z7 O- J/ H4 F+ m! `' yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S0 X0 G3 ?* m5 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% d9 W* A% r' P7 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 L; |) f7 W- m7 n, s% YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 s' Q- i* n6 K# Z( T% L# ^3 O9 b! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 F7 i1 V3 G9 l( a) gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; C, [% A) h5 {: [ l0 \, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Q* `/ T+ `( Y" PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 x* a* ] A, d2 k' @: g
But I could have told you, Vincent, ]8 n; m' Y8 w4 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 `0 W) O4 f: f0 ~/ z% g6 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : b8 r7 w4 I/ ]* A7 J g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ] E: f/ c3 I; Y- {8 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " h9 x$ ?6 K2 p: T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. u+ J" i- O, P' p c. E( E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D6 {. [6 L" V; O$ ~6 P0 AHow you suffered for you sanity,3 g8 k# ~# n! v1 e$ _
How you tried to set them free,
! P. I. l) O* l1 f5 k1 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 N8 i6 v% m; K: A& d
Perhaps they never will. |
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