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/ q9 F1 W/ l+ F- |! f8 Y. iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 F5 s2 U* U8 W% ^ ]5 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 }) d6 F+ a5 f; t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! W9 j% T6 F5 }1 i0 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 l- f; |5 l3 |+ V- a/ BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 i0 z) ^1 y% N6 n" B/ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 b) `! L* c& P! X. d; O( M: @* b& LHow you tried to set them free, & A6 }: p U) z9 M7 M1 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" H) Y/ J1 y. T2 J2 _* XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . C& X7 O# S, Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 F% ?1 m( E1 Z$ W8 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" g" o. L5 w1 C/ Y6 k4 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , v) T2 U0 w* n# b5 b* H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; \" s5 e5 A* x: N, B7 J1 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 F, M. F) H+ M' U/ P$ h3 W- |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ^( \* g7 d$ q6 \2 E% B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% \: v4 l/ U/ O$ |9 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 o) K) W9 a/ D0 Q
* y, ?; l( }0 L- E) C$ \5 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 U* j% q- l3 C; t9 U! w' x* B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ t% |. f! {+ y$ d& C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " p9 k' e) X2 A3 i: N4 }8 x5 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# B. J$ g0 j% ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' `2 Y* r: |3 f/ T$ ~( tHow you suffered for you sanity,9 L1 u7 R4 R. y1 L( U# E
How you tried to set them free, ; v, s/ {0 v5 y" b0 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 \& Y$ X6 i: n0 a& n4 {$ KPerhaps they never will. |
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