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3 d3 k: b+ N# t7 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 Q) U1 c$ L9 K7 F' q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' [# ]1 Y, K6 }. R- NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 I1 ]7 u5 Y: ]+ _5 ^7 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" x; W- ?& Y+ T# j- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ^/ C1 t) r: O/ e" L$ u' m
How you suffered for you sanity, O4 I0 _" n1 H& \9 L8 {, M
How you tried to set them free, + Z! M* a# c! p4 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# r, K% R6 O5 y2 h0 v: L0 K) vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B0 h0 T' R! B0 V. iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 N. |& {; G1 v4 f7 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" e, v# ?$ q8 K* u9 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 C9 j a8 g8 |# y# e8 O* v2 g
' [2 n3 e7 i2 B( R. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) f# J8 C3 F# J8 r1 W/ ] qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # n1 M! o# }3 b, G! A( U8 d8 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 f' Q/ O6 N# P/ q9 v w4 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, * e; \: g$ [5 ~; A5 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * s5 a* P) t* N7 ?, t5 @2 e9 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # i+ h/ r5 c/ r8 n' Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 f) t k. i( o/ b5 \) _# T) `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ~% d6 s9 w! o( }4 a1 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 {( q: i1 \" A& Q* E5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,2 v$ g7 Y( U. J# \3 T: K) n
How you tried to set them free, 9 W/ ^8 I9 C% h* e5 V" f1 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, - w6 w: ~' u' R
Perhaps they never will. |
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