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6 L5 Q- ]6 F9 G& HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ o- t( I! K6 `7 I8 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 C+ b+ ^/ _1 r& h ?9 T5 ~8 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% m. ~7 b# v* p K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 w- _7 P8 j0 l. b" W& z. a4 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z- y# S9 o, G" O- }, `How you suffered for you sanity, & }% k' I8 ^- ?! _
How you tried to set them free,
; @$ X4 Y7 @! P9 ~. vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' q ~$ v0 N' f$ G) \ s, PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
i [3 l% ?4 k5 W) }. k- Q0 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E! v8 R. s, |' ]3 B! YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & }! X h5 W% P3 n0 S z# g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 f% y, j/ M) ^3 o |# I3 e+ f& I _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 V! D& V: G7 K# p' k! IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " v! I* q' Q# h: K8 ]5 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " P7 b! H# e/ \) [' m3 J; ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 g; _. M: C9 ^8 q" n; sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / H9 @, X* K; J, s
+ ?% k4 q$ k+ ~% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 N* R; f; C ^0 a8 [' c, AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 k. ]5 T3 S+ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) v* u) I( @+ S; \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 z( \! h, V' F6 B9 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . i% S2 o3 V" ~$ i1 N
How you suffered for you sanity,5 N, J/ ^' B! ~4 q1 m
How you tried to set them free, ; j, }$ B6 N# G$ Q. Z4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( b" f6 W5 Y5 ^6 h; ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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