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9 S# c0 W7 i9 ~' H* v8 X6 y9 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ?3 z. T! L: V: t9 M# M3 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 V, R7 z% e% |) E6 \2 J8 M; wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ^1 _0 ^. ?* g6 z' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ ], n2 M, \7 L* x6 S* f. Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 W. ^2 q+ l& N+ G: LHow you suffered for you sanity, & U0 a2 u7 ]: k3 M( m
How you tried to set them free, 5 x" e. _5 `! Q7 D N, C. c8 x5 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( j8 l; I. ]. E1 |+ e5 }4 c, |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Y8 f& P* Z% `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# ]% M" ` S) A7 W1 U/ x7 g) fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 o4 M& e4 t- ]3 i! RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ B* b4 i) |* [: C( a# p) F/ ]5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / `$ x% s" V; q, t" ?. g" y9 l) G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 O7 C( m1 ^8 _. z. } E7 K% |1 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + Y, q- w$ v! n _$ y+ O) e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% M5 D$ n. h5 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 o0 [( D; s2 p; A t8 V h
: A5 T- p, j7 q+ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 Y7 ~& q, g. D% B' eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 a# M" Z2 c1 A( E7 r7 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! d! t; v; r+ u. S- z, ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Z' j* H( G S$ ~3 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) [5 L! g1 }: p4 }: fHow you suffered for you sanity,) ]8 N. e, G& E% _) Y4 p+ ^7 s# k' k
How you tried to set them free,
" Q" _, d: J" p% h4 \+ @" C" Z' F: M- eThey would not listen they're not listening still, * m) O, U/ B% r; `
Perhaps they never will. |
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