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7 P' h! W6 |2 ~: IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / }! J9 `1 \- @' ?/ k [* h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 H( W) H2 S, [! Z+ F" s$ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 d6 g- j0 e, L# t0 P; r. PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' G h( D6 R- D6 \- k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, S1 S a' S5 A/ n! P( S" S
How you suffered for you sanity,
: t; V( X9 ^! I, ?, R& M6 j) pHow you tried to set them free,
" T7 o* T9 g. n7 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : F+ S# H$ R* i) y' a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - j9 ]1 g \( t8 I# o/ \7 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B# S) p! `. H: ]2 h1 [0 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 P" Y: y6 U4 Z, vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 k2 V1 g5 G# ^* Z& oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ^; I1 s: R& _- M X2 W, d2 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 F4 f m" h+ p) a$ O9 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* _1 {+ c( U6 e1 t4 e, m' rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* J1 z8 C% T9 w( WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 y+ T) v4 ^+ F" {' U
8 J0 Y3 v3 w. G; i3 q, z" I1 e( wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " e+ t: L! O/ u& k# o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. {5 P& ?- q9 [2 }1 e: K' L- C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 x0 w9 ]# ~/ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 X+ v. R4 }- _/ Z* rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; R6 E2 d6 ]7 r& a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 \; |2 D: P# G. }/ G+ zHow you tried to set them free,
9 q* h- X; G. c9 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Q) o( ? k; JPerhaps they never will. |
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