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" q9 ^, o9 G, S, L' h1 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& j2 T6 l+ l" o4 G$ C+ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 T. B5 V) t- ?' z$ _+ K& ^2 G$ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- @" U- ?+ q6 }- J( W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * p, Q1 K" o1 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 u! i' h; r+ j: t6 z* ?* VHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 s7 T$ j( I, c- R5 s, H/ \
How you tried to set them free, 6 U! B1 L/ [) V! v& v( W1 D7 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ?4 Y3 {+ y; N2 ]5 q( B/ B: F9 e/ A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, a1 _$ Z8 L, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ]8 W4 r+ \' _( F0 ^4 p+ C8 R' W4 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' a" {( j; l9 ^1 q6 l5 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! Q" o1 _# P/ o6 B5 }8 S" G2 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) n% U* U1 H P/ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( c& J& \+ a' \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 R( c4 B8 x* _# S/ x; V, N4 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" k! t7 w. \: j9 |% P* h2 u4 y7 N MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * S- |9 E$ l( G0 ~+ d
4 l! f- s; K# ]: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # u/ v: f4 g6 ^( @" R$ P ~2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 ~" J5 s& r( K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ N5 A6 v3 I; yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( m0 c) l, F( c' x9 o; Y) k H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 r8 K0 I" V: _. [, E
How you suffered for you sanity,+ c+ S$ [8 g" D. j: [
How you tried to set them free,
) }1 x/ `# N. M6 b6 u8 g3 S" OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 h% e: w2 c) p2 R U# q; A! l
Perhaps they never will. |
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