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" G: N# K5 B3 f& ^3 D1 `+ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Z. R1 Y; q* G5 k* _. `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
i6 I7 y l- N% c9 }' [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; [* E6 S8 C4 F* q) T. n9 t3 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' X' C8 D. e: r1 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. k. u7 c) H* T
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?* ?1 g2 z D: WHow you tried to set them free,
+ n* v1 D4 O$ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " G3 A7 M! }+ t0 e, j5 c/ Y. x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" J$ j. T, L# D* S9 c3 R' b1 E* HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : F4 x* }! P1 a, g& h. y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* \: M, u+ `2 e2 i# s) C! aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : V! x% m5 y% {8 f: t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g* A& O- e7 ]8 s" _7 g: _! ~/ `* t" k2 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _5 c( A& l5 R, o' e' W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 B# m B5 P* U6 S% g
But I could have told you, Vincent, * U2 ?: G) I7 ~' H3 L9 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , k/ h6 {' t. V* G' f/ n( j, Q
' k3 M. C7 f2 ]; fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! |" X, e+ Y: ]# i; F: x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 V. E& W" M. ]; Z4 q9 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ S* v6 W3 p+ \( ~9 O* \- sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, \- N$ M9 y) I9 u2 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & p2 |3 Q% H) B: _* x7 ?4 _' j
How you suffered for you sanity,
* ]& w7 r9 x, ^- Q, f3 ` B$ oHow you tried to set them free,
9 @& R; Y) W" [+ N+ j1 b& zThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! m3 G9 u" l" f
Perhaps they never will. |
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