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0 _: e) X) Q7 l+ H" eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 J4 Y! a. S, W% ]; H8 m( o7 o4 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 c' C4 W* z3 Z o2 X$ k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 \' }" W4 ~/ n; i$ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : O# n" j7 n! Z: h" Q7 M# [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( `9 G3 F0 P, b' U, o7 G6 W1 R/ T
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 G; a1 w, M1 F7 A H0 g
How you tried to set them free, 5 S8 l4 Y. B7 Q. x6 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ S# H& T. M! {! j5 F) B6 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + X; X+ d, Z2 w4 l, F9 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . {( E V2 X( ^9 W( n# I6 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! k M* e% Y1 U9 ?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, . A& A5 v6 z. L, c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ?2 G4 Z. T( p/ O: o, m1 T4 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" N8 t% \0 a. D3 k UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 U0 F9 ^- v9 O1 i# Q4 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 q/ S F/ ~! Z5 z; P
, \+ @% a# {/ m8 Q% kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Z8 x! U$ R$ `1 l7 N8 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ L; f, X$ D# `; G/ BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ D! ], y, C7 ~7 R% o9 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & |" ~6 p8 L- h9 f9 @
& ^: Q) k2 ^5 ?- u) WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 z5 A' {2 }: e* d: d/ k: }
How you suffered for you sanity,1 ]* {( x5 v" ]/ d) r! m* K% p, H8 l" H' ?
How you tried to set them free,
# C2 }) Q( k1 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e* h4 [; } _Perhaps they never will. |
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