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5 L$ Q. ^( ^ R+ B( uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l6 J) W$ V# A8 B" A$ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ J4 U( z" b O: f! l" ]0 d3 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# `$ F) ^! `& \5 i4 ^0 Y4 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" d& {2 f8 U0 x' {9 |/ `* D. rNow I understand what you tried to say to me, c3 H- u* |2 ^* D
How you suffered for you sanity,
; C; _" N* E qHow you tried to set them free, 2 f0 [& h# }/ z E. \% N: W' r' E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Q9 }' g$ H1 ]/ ]; q/ |1 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 T7 u( A# d5 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 {! Z: ]' d5 z$ n% f2 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& N# [2 ~) [4 P9 x' K8 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 G9 g7 p7 ]& o4 k9 n p
- @- @3 l. _8 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, |2 F6 M5 K0 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% X2 Q8 x, L( W Y8 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 K- L/ i5 |8 u' J; Q1 _2 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 |$ Y, x* b! l/ _, r/ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 Q8 O0 G1 \2 j! rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) M3 K/ S' y' ]; s$ f- AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ M- P) R' ]- o7 U; x/ g4 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Q7 l; n8 k# w4 l3 a# M9 y5 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) i+ y+ a% T7 v @! W7 W7 T5 Z9 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 S6 x* i4 V! Y4 o( e
How you suffered for you sanity,* G. ^' G! Y9 R( X- x2 G/ L- x2 w% M/ Y2 K
How you tried to set them free,
, o$ T5 B. }% M( n7 W, Q/ |They would not listen they're not listening still, + Q: c! g( X( E4 m: H
Perhaps they never will. |
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