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8 C5 ~6 g3 y# s4 M! Z& lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 c1 a# m! H8 o, ~/ `$ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ~0 s& D/ m1 G+ z3 E+ RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 K" a; ]" z9 R3 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # H+ o# f3 q( Y1 r" S$ W4 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 A, m4 |4 y3 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
) M" Q2 c( g! c* BHow you tried to set them free,
' O: a- [3 m$ M6 r$ @8 X' I6 o0 J/ T5 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( e2 W/ K" J, J/ P( n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 P5 g( y5 ?+ D& V- U* w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( B' `/ K9 G9 K, |; }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 T$ O* K& R: h( P/ KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . Z! w" t. Y6 s4 h% _% N9 H6 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 S0 Y3 E* A$ S+ t8 A: r5 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Q0 B2 u/ W Y0 u0 |: G; IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, B5 o& O% [5 d0 n1 ]$ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- F- q3 J; P6 v4 s* `4 v WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 a! R3 U. Q4 U) `' W
3 E0 u4 L# T1 e8 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 R G J4 v2 {9 a' M3 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) F/ p2 v# r1 c/ c9 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 i& u/ t+ C7 Q+ l, y& j0 d f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 g3 _) i2 ]6 A4 o# h0 U) NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; b4 s2 S5 ?4 k! w5 I0 P+ f! y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% R) ?, v( o- j7 ]6 ?- F8 u+ i xHow you tried to set them free,
- ]3 ]* i0 T3 W, G7 u9 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 w c# \3 k) U& N& X
Perhaps they never will. |
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