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6 X7 j9 c4 @' j! h3 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ t$ K: ?$ L q( W7 M" a- J( VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 g# e6 n( H; t! [3 l! a s/ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" I0 k, r# O. L/ }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 y% N; r! z/ m7 J1 x4 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 p7 u6 _. ]& \How you suffered for you sanity,
7 c+ U+ R* \2 f" f8 o. I4 S6 `How you tried to set them free,
# m' m! L( o t8 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K+ @# v8 c. `: `2 F! T9 j7 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 V: f) e: I( ]0 }. rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 h; O1 W& K% p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( n0 i$ z, g. F& t' w' S; l5 j+ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
d- p2 c& S. Q+ s/ c, r9 J- [4 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q% }# s1 K7 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( O8 z8 M8 u8 t% e0 S! UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; y! O- P" S3 S) ?- Y2 Y- `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 L+ O7 s, B8 u4 K
! h0 o) u. b, z" p; f5 c% rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) w d- }8 y7 S/ I; b% D, m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 \# ~% K* `* n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - K* G$ y' @: q5 |, u* I" g
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,
( h1 m9 J8 J9 V2 T! vHow you suffered for you sanity,
, L* ]$ w9 v- O& F; U$ a EHow you tried to set them free,
, T1 n2 B4 w9 L4 \- EThey would not listen they're not listening still, / E; l' J0 M; s D
Perhaps they never will. |
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