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( H, r; f6 w) p! i9 J6 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' L3 ]9 m/ F5 ?8 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & B7 @- K1 y9 i6 T S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 C+ i/ _; v. s' v; R. U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( `4 X- @( [' N5 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 t* R- o4 S$ i2 v9 DHow you suffered for you sanity, . e% Y7 D" x- p4 d
How you tried to set them free,
. `$ \' D% y I3 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' h3 H: |- ?6 ^" [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 q" N& i" g( R& n) U/ e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 u1 e s# r8 p+ \ x& |7 z5 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / t, ?1 w/ b4 Y" P/ b( y: S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , q" g- l: { w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 _# ~3 D& s! _, }! Q7 y3 J' M p( `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 r% Y" @4 ~: i: C1 @8 l$ g4 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Y: h8 M/ P# {* n4 ^: l- G4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 r" l8 y9 v* A# O: f( b7 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 N, L; J5 I) gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % Y* e& ~7 F9 o* S/ c* F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 z# ?6 [4 L6 ^" \9 e$ j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. o( {% l+ A7 y, G6 p6 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; S( u2 A' e! u iHow you suffered for you sanity,1 k7 L' j5 V# B p9 Y( s, j
How you tried to set them free,
4 N1 ?- s$ q) C% I5 YThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 g8 H" q, ]7 b M2 d' }9 ^5 t/ j9 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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