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# Z4 a3 k4 T0 C# H7 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " c0 H0 E. f4 x9 U6 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 w5 n/ y+ o7 H! C% I5 n c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ^! p3 C2 e: j; E, r* ]+ j. U6 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & A$ @4 H6 H T2 O( [9 Y. d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( D, @0 G) W ~1 d MHow you suffered for you sanity,
% W( N' O7 N8 J. }5 b1 AHow you tried to set them free, 9 I. M1 F5 R$ H7 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 x. u( q4 u3 K3 j, h; x8 ^; Y C, ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! }1 J5 a9 g) ^+ l6 t% D" lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 _3 }8 f) D$ ]) GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 X' b6 w' x8 t" g3 h6 R% x6 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & R/ [3 x: H- L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ~1 H/ A2 b" C1 a$ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H+ u$ Y( u# q2 k. H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# n# T: N# C$ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
) p/ w3 Y* ` C3 u% t' b& nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . B' t& g; ^& _! n/ `: Y9 D, I
% f$ H$ i9 j0 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 G( k3 x* C I5 R- j0 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 g# y& ]- U: Y* V# u, @* x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - r7 B( d6 F; _$ t% X8 E# ?
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,
. g- ~2 T7 T4 c b; V) v* d) zHow you suffered for you sanity,9 `2 {0 w( j. j& b
How you tried to set them free, ' R2 f9 k/ d0 Z" D6 A0 Y% a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 m% v& q* P' Q" X1 E/ e, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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