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: a8 `0 V! k$ i/ _; E3 I4 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " S: d" G( A' q7 |. M: `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Y0 T; [6 t% NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 t' L: w$ o. I7 {/ E0 [7 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ g l' C! s* D. `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; w2 l) Z# e @( W
How you suffered for you sanity,
) L% w8 M" @7 g, B% q9 M1 a3 m$ ]5 ~How you tried to set them free,
) |; D1 ^* N- XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" c7 \9 M3 k- e+ s) OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % P% S0 V+ e5 |* Q- L- J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! S0 V6 i$ ]& r1 b+ O A3 y+ k( u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % N' i/ y0 u! F+ g0 P; P3 X8 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 L$ B( P7 b3 Q7 U$ l: h
. u" |/ c) ]* t6 A5 A$ QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Q( `1 \3 S5 L7 f" ^/ m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; x3 O% E" x+ X5 K; @1 B5 h+ z+ L: ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& i0 T3 l \+ | e/ v p# rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ D i" C \) E% q/ |7 m7 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% @: i; H2 g( J$ H# ]7 \" J) VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 v8 E! R0 j* |( H! M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L4 t8 H8 w) b ]3 Q* iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( L) q( G* ]' a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * {- \. @% m* e I0 {$ Q4 q8 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 a5 G7 } \9 w! k
How you suffered for you sanity,3 X( G6 ]4 G! I1 s; c, {& O6 k
How you tried to set them free, 8 m! m, {3 h0 B( m4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. p4 J+ c: P! b0 J1 y& VPerhaps they never will. |
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