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4 n- T. `2 C/ u/ E4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" [' i3 @- p5 ?. M" f, g RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 e3 P# e. K0 m {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ ]- D& C; a( \* gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 R, |6 W' Y) C& l4 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ |9 t; I# R9 p3 X2 e8 |2 |+ @How you suffered for you sanity, 7 K* e9 P% P0 h4 y9 q( \
How you tried to set them free,
3 g$ k6 X9 } ~3 |* z+ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ^' n6 p- A( CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # l, p7 B! ^3 E% n6 j1 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; x: D- H: k+ U4 B" M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; p+ U7 f6 J; o$ X8 L8 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) B: @# p/ }! n9 \: J. a% u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) r& @% m! B4 L' \, k: EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ^$ ]5 I, {$ |- R/ NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: T+ s7 ]) Q" p- C+ p7 X* T( lBut I could have told you, Vincent, , q% J# j* W) W) q, v. |9 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( a# A, C- j w5 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: y) Q" p ]- D Y4 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Y+ U+ [; E5 o$ Y1 y& ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & h' V- Q! E5 Z! j$ Z7 d9 \
The 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, 1 I; D; m4 r9 S; R: U4 W
How you suffered for you sanity,, B& F6 q1 p7 t- K- ~7 U9 h
How you tried to set them free, $ v1 T6 K6 U4 p0 i# T$ h, \
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 g2 ~* e& m( s& P
Perhaps they never will. |
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