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' F! X2 x! k/ g4 O) g j8 |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: }6 z; u4 q! O( B! D( pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . M: T" _- w! O: N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F8 _ N+ A: G6 Z4 U& @6 T" M" s$ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Y, f8 d0 @3 B/ d3 A. t* ]6 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 _, O1 ?4 B: D1 S$ IHow you suffered for you sanity,
, }$ ~4 C# W# ]; V6 B" _1 g# a% iHow you tried to set them free, 6 {' s8 L% \/ t _" l# e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' f7 E$ [0 p" ?6 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . p3 M$ C& k% h6 a& M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u# z" K+ O5 R( tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / Q" I+ H9 z" q8 u, w+ S
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,
: e: ^8 {5 [, n/ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, s! g q! P; Y. ^: H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. t* j ~) p4 B, G9 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% ?. t+ X: N8 |! `$ PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - B( U/ M* ?7 I, a( X* {/ q3 T
p: g- r- W0 R2 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 w8 J. R( U9 I+ x) x' V1 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- J! o& }$ y8 u2 L% m1 I6 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 t8 n, z8 k. o5 e- B" P z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + | g2 ~# a4 L* a ^4 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : e G* I# L; p @: a# W, U0 y0 O4 t
How you suffered for you sanity,) c7 c7 \8 d! N7 }
How you tried to set them free,
2 w) Z9 b: T- \* |' `They would not listen they're not listening still, h0 w( P6 a- V- P0 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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