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/ z2 W+ g# w; I- RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % C, M2 N T0 D7 u( ]& B+ E6 L2 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . Q' p2 T+ }( o* @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 `3 E9 |7 d6 u2 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& w8 \$ A% ?" XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ G! i# c1 W* C* G" `7 ]0 i$ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ N0 z( J' d9 l/ ?# A7 ~, uHow you tried to set them free, " q, F8 Y) N( [3 O9 p, [1 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & b. @) q' {$ Q% ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - u# |& v K9 g8 R/ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 w. e- |& ~' t, E u i. _+ C8 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# W1 g/ n" \' Z& p! nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . t$ O5 I8 C8 O8 `: w4 t7 Q8 q
* w$ g) S9 Z3 k D% cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
b% W2 V. _6 y( h, B" H/ WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E; a& h, \7 W1 g5 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - n. n$ t$ n! t7 C* t
But I could have told you, Vincent, " F! M+ D( I& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + O$ {9 E% b. Y6 c- ~8 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! p8 I& a6 n9 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 s$ B) C& r- Q3 e% c6 J0 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 |0 S3 w. u( P/ g
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, 4 N+ `9 h! ~, G$ l/ y4 w; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
& A+ m! U+ b+ }1 h6 DHow you tried to set them free,
% f1 P) X3 I$ V/ n* M6 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 B; N2 A4 V9 ~& B c4 m5 MPerhaps they never will. |
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