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6 A' z0 n9 n/ E9 R! F& t" c& @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! h8 Q2 J" c$ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 G+ G& a* j' I/ J, t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 E8 ]# Y# I. o' c& W9 c$ b, _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 r5 F( u0 ] a5 s' C; d; [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 R0 ?6 \6 l! H+ [! ?How you suffered for you sanity, K0 ?4 a2 |5 I# `
How you tried to set them free,
* \; y5 m; o& R- c+ {2 P1 j8 N& N3 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % O+ M- d! j) W" z# r9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 e$ F# J9 t8 H8 |& U) V2 g5 ~8 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " M3 d) s' X1 V `& [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * S! b% n% F" ?& l; h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 y' t) x( N( |" ]5 d q+ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! h- v8 l c6 Q9 X4 p6 E1 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ \- v6 \" B9 l2 P5 @4 \/ _; FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 d E+ m! |% N6 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, V% m4 o3 B' {; W+ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 m/ [& b# B4 u7 W* c4 [
) O( s" S' a- p( E& a: T3 x) qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 p5 F4 G! P7 S- A8 X+ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 J5 p7 n( z; Z" T) XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& y7 G+ U! Z7 w d9 p% i3 C. O* EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 l( z; ]$ E KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! _) c" G D; }" F9 B- yHow you suffered for you sanity,$ \3 Q# Y' E0 Z" ^2 r
How you tried to set them free,
5 s: Z1 b# \5 L1 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' J3 Q3 ]& o! z0 a% x4 gPerhaps they never will. |
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