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7 G* ^6 l, M$ ?5 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 f+ K4 b% K8 v+ c2 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 `. B/ `0 d% r! g' v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- `+ L3 Y4 b$ m+ @ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 B; }" G! e8 Q8 [5 V7 D6 K: M; [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ m9 T8 c/ D6 [
How you suffered for you sanity, ( E' g) X S+ A, t& N* P: Z8 r
How you tried to set them free,
- e: D1 T& a9 ]9 q( hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Y6 k T5 J; o5 N- W" G, ?. ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Q; ?+ m5 L y4 B- r; X$ f9 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* t; h* \/ P0 B+ h% s$ F* wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * b3 m( N2 Q# ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- g4 P+ \( C& u0 W( ~2 \- n' t, g/ c% YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # G4 R0 Z( f+ `! g0 @9 e. q, n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% a; N/ h) L4 ?4 [5 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ]' x& t Z0 O0 |1 B) ^) dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) X+ }) ]1 X f( ?0 C& M
8 X7 _4 q1 q' ?7 `& q5 G, sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 {/ ^" E' V3 [9 A: q5 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ {: K) F, q" H- {$ a( B1 p# bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* }/ V0 t) m+ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # \3 L: ] H, Z1 L5 L; [! m' Z; }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. _) O- e" y" K# HHow you suffered for you sanity,$ _. G! L! X8 K) ?/ m, K+ `
How you tried to set them free,
$ o( J: V! v9 j9 y3 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, # s6 n1 e: y1 U5 X' p
Perhaps they never will. |
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