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2 t7 h8 l( @' A9 \% T9 L1 f6 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ~$ ~( h7 [* J, V VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 F: y& l. z8 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; w) `) \ X$ w5 S# g$ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ]8 `, U% T! A+ C2 d8 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ w7 q8 L6 J& P2 r8 v }* mHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 X! j7 ~2 z: Y* Z0 Z5 D- [
How you tried to set them free,
. z# Z' Z0 L$ M6 W. v" k$ J8 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * S1 b: u5 A: |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I% A! K0 a y2 z4 B- GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 e8 e; @" f/ V5 M+ Q1 s p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 d4 {2 Q Y, d6 Q" y' c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 Z, N) _8 R3 Y" N! M$ n( G8 V+ X" ]4 q
8 @, X1 a. V, [/ K2 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ {4 ` c. W* f6 o5 x4 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! k9 v* j4 A: c: b% u% J) j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % i$ T6 u7 d9 m. d8 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" [4 a: w) e: F3 z$ I) bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* v2 N4 j" K- nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
E0 w- i+ m E/ _8 w' ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : U* A2 e5 s+ H6 l+ V3 z3 \, w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + y* L# `& N& K2 ~$ j! [" C
How you suffered for you sanity,
' r2 p, J5 e2 [$ Z Q B- THow you tried to set them free, : h0 z0 c% M' {- [0 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) U, K9 D% m8 Q B
Perhaps they never will. |
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