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3 J9 x7 B6 h) p8 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Q8 K1 T9 ^# B8 V, A8 m# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + H5 L4 t' t6 R7 Z. t# J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( O. S7 t6 |8 e* o5 P9 d" o% ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& X9 X7 m+ \/ f8 x5 F" F, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,, D M0 ~5 s2 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
, R+ Q$ j& u( ~" R9 |& Q; b% FHow you tried to set them free, + P& b% T& M3 _$ _; d) n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ J# v2 {8 Z V t5 Y- oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! H8 _: U' y5 o s$ V7 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& h% J: y b" K& y% h6 k; }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ {2 b4 K6 o! M9 V+ Q" R7 {) [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , i( T$ y7 ]* r7 ^; j( O
6 |7 ]) ~0 x Z% P$ O$ U* r8 y yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - O# p, K- o& h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ]' n, `& X% L7 ?1 {7 u( lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ?0 N$ w% }9 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 B6 Z" ~2 o5 Y9 A6 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 u- ^* i$ Y i- X, Q/ k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! d7 @2 Q, p# y. Y4 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: R+ ]0 [4 |: o* |3 A$ iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( e- ^( Z/ m- Z' I3 M8 ^9 I
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,
$ x2 P! H( S) |5 f* }! RHow you suffered for you sanity,
; W% m1 ~5 g( u6 o& F4 b2 cHow you tried to set them free, ) ] W9 ~1 e( G) x7 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, # U5 ^4 G8 u+ a, P t! y8 e7 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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