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) k# d& S6 b! y" o' P; DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 \# r- K2 z$ h% G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . P: C: i: ~. Q7 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Z8 Z9 ]$ y$ l$ m' Q6 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & o9 Z7 r8 M6 f7 G) \6 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) B( f; A) E- [ n- G1 \; {How you suffered for you sanity, - _0 f# ~- L2 l/ n, |/ }
How you tried to set them free, 1 X1 w0 S4 i) @ F' ~, B/ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / g7 ]3 }; c/ }6 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 F" K- A( S! E" a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 {* S1 l8 y7 z HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 }0 r, i6 N" ]) } n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 L$ U! h. i I, k, C1 e) yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; W+ ?6 i) m, g) }' E) mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # [8 Q, K4 \. T, R! A+ S/ b9 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ]5 [" r3 X, y9 r1 k8 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
r7 R2 x' K- d, P& K$ m* \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . l; {* m- S8 I$ H5 J) U4 A
3 I+ e Z; `9 d! O9 o8 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( P- ?+ a, K& Q0 X8 b1 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" {9 E0 ~) V4 u+ }6 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # b* L( N* y. _$ G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( h4 P4 [4 n; o$ ^4 g# K3 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ]& }. V- ~/ F% O" f. {' D: r( ~How you suffered for you sanity,# p% \- B3 n0 W/ G# E) i) C
How you tried to set them free, : ]5 h8 I7 s( d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( F7 f" F! V+ k1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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