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: m! ?5 R0 v+ C9 K. b. _, B/ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ `- X) n6 w/ m5 H0 u* C5 T) HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 F# U7 X: f" }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~# [* t! o X; N1 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 y3 s' c5 z3 n4 `! y* ~0 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. w6 m* @6 r4 _; [( e8 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ E& b* Q; x( _/ sHow you tried to set them free,
" ^3 v! }: w2 O E4 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 o. [9 p t* K6 y8 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 g8 `! ?8 U0 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : [6 {' X& g5 H0 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; n+ H6 l& b4 a6 ]) `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. x) M5 O! S9 E' ]1 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ~5 J- K8 S. x% h. b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + d! ^2 S) _4 w% I+ i! k4 |! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: x$ |; c: j3 G/ l2 @& k* R4 G; x0 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, l/ H' q0 L* m0 X4 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * g, }! I8 y1 ~9 \
, ^$ n8 E- k5 j3 B* \) kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . T; d, T9 p7 } t! k) H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, o( G: L( i k! I, LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, J7 N2 x* T, F) A6 K. I ^* ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! R$ ~! ^- X) A/ m4 a" @( t: JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& I( R* M1 N; K. l* CHow you suffered for you sanity,, `) \0 ]6 n5 Q! I/ H$ }. e
How you tried to set them free, & r8 B5 ^$ x8 J# E+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, + I' I" G( j2 E, M4 C3 c$ Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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