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4 o: M2 X! u( G& aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ^* z& W6 G8 c2 H& z8 `, CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 T- j# Q2 Q1 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {6 t4 k- V' }. t0 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 K; Y- c" C1 H6 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ F7 ]; X4 |$ } b4 H0 r N1 w/ FHow you suffered for you sanity, G8 `/ e# h7 F( q" j s
How you tried to set them free, : E# C5 F' A' y/ Z3 R2 s+ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 i' `1 @3 g, a( F/ F; ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g* ?& w- [' [9 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u2 W2 b4 p6 o. MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 r' Q) i9 Y* T% @% c5 N1 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 C: T1 T2 Y H3 h8 \8 A$ r3 {. e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ?- R# Y1 \( _* `% u' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# |0 a1 G& z2 f6 U/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 E0 o" R3 m( o& X" @: G }. iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % w! a% d* \7 j
5 m. T* ~) a( c t7 s+ y" q. vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 p5 }* b1 _# Y( `1 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ~' c' Z7 Q" s! P x" K! uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 G9 n' y( a4 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* x& X `4 ], f8 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 e$ e2 v1 b/ \: n: m+ @2 B' Q/ ?( k
How you suffered for you sanity,3 F0 R+ h+ Z! Y, | A# R, S5 x% S, q+ ]; ]9 x
How you tried to set them free, . P2 R( @$ A Z6 S: W
They would not listen they're not listening still, . u( b3 K$ A7 a( Z6 U& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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