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- V/ g5 t3 p. E5 x9 V$ ?9 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" L9 M, ~. }" h; i+ G1 e+ g+ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; {; B* t m) ?; x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, w. q0 |* G7 ~7 E8 N4 H5 i7 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 _, b& G! R# M9 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' S; C& z0 r3 J: a
How you suffered for you sanity, ! b8 C' Z4 T7 e8 V. U3 I7 i, ~
How you tried to set them free, : z7 g6 |8 }; \/ K7 R1 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " @2 @5 N& z6 Y: t' J2 K: c2 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 V. Z) x: c+ _# i* `# Q2 i! U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Q# F. M/ c, W' _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 h3 f: r' U3 |* g9 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ L- v( M, H2 e i& s
$ y- l" S$ s0 L' Y$ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + N" p: f7 ]* I- k+ @+ ?& F' [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 J# C: k( g& m4 t% r. S( TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ f7 t" s! H# O# Y6 }But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 ^8 d) A! ^ M' A" t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # c' r9 s7 S3 F8 x
0 p' x; k3 |* H+ gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' s# ]# P4 ?0 X) j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # C5 {5 i6 Z5 R. L8 n4 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 c* U& c, K7 [6 y- M5 A b
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, 7 q, N7 |$ C) \+ G+ L) e
How you suffered for you sanity,
) |* j4 U1 n1 Z# JHow you tried to set them free,
, l8 x5 V* y, q) F& {3 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 i9 |4 A/ R5 z: U/ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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