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- p/ m1 k& Y1 E1 l5 Y3 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " ~9 E K0 l; V8 c' `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 A2 h- t. R. m" l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) n9 W# C' s) o' U, l0 m' x: b0 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ~" [/ @8 ]9 `4 w9 ~. S$ {& XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- J$ u+ b% {& ?" YHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 p& L+ v! I% h/ J- v6 _! D. }How you tried to set them free, 4 h7 T; N4 m' w4 m( A2 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 d( W! z/ D( m1 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 |" k* K( Y1 z8 T7 }3 o( K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 h3 J2 f: @0 z) n" r9 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" D! _" j2 g% c& YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 J4 D+ k& h$ K1 X) h+ D7 n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 o8 o% h) l- Y/ R; U( j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# w3 L: T- e# J' j0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ?0 o# R a5 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ d+ u0 ?2 P7 v+ T# u1 W/ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 y: T0 y" A8 u% P5 C, b
( Q- z, t: e4 [( y" b- g$ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! i# |1 O! |, F# i6 o2 [! B$ _3 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 @2 l( v/ ?/ y+ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 n# j5 D3 t2 [! f0 B: pThe 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, " ?' ^7 f f' D B( Y4 |% X9 ^& [/ |
How you suffered for you sanity," N, ~- t- _3 F/ G3 u
How you tried to set them free,
, f' A- B/ l$ s6 ~; ~0 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, |& A' u3 V4 J* `Perhaps they never will. |
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