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& s0 Q) {4 ]# B6 @) ^ l6 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , N0 Q2 a+ d) \" T' D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , C$ V1 Q, B3 l* ], ?$ Y/ g) j3 C9 O: c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 O7 B' c& s1 p7 a; PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Y9 z; Z3 L4 f6 M$ \# U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 A, w- `) {9 C' J; R2 N" T4 GHow you suffered for you sanity, e2 y( p+ V8 g; S
How you tried to set them free, / w" \; D7 E( c- O2 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 R7 J, H: S4 }9 U- P* Z; h tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 n7 Y9 r6 W1 A$ X, S( G4 Y; p' G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& `2 C. F/ L. |, Z2 W3 r" ] ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 t$ v- j, p* ^+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 D* o. [7 |4 T
! B/ c+ k$ d. A2 [$ Z0 @4 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 X4 g p5 y7 D. R5 {5 b3 Y# SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ ?1 F- b: r6 z8 n5 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 I: k/ q8 b: |& o" oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. ]6 q( a$ C; |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ~2 `) k/ f; e7 u, j4 T. G1 I" }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) I! D& f! f) ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, K& K) `# E- ^9 f) ]# d* m0 m
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, 7 j* p ?5 J$ e& R
How you suffered for you sanity,
y8 _# I& t0 y- [' x# IHow you tried to set them free, 5 i4 h- ~* o, d* d S' c* b, T3 P$ B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 m! e% J; u) W6 N& X& O5 JPerhaps they never will. |
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