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2 c7 G. y5 Q: {% j' H6 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 L% U" Q- k$ u3 O- O- I; O' ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % k+ _1 [3 O0 ]) c& \) K+ W$ R5 m$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 e; P% x9 l Z7 X$ A8 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H* u$ n4 l* F8 H4 b& I% d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( J1 X* T8 u% m
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l7 [& Y- \. d9 D, E. J/ {! PHow you tried to set them free,
+ I8 e$ t' L c* O0 P& c& MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' H7 J! m6 f5 U" \, b. e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, m# l) y7 V1 |( y5 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & f3 ^7 G7 x3 I5 O, b5 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 x% D N: M/ o; Q6 pWeathered 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, . O$ H; _; I& e2 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 I( v9 {4 c" p% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 l8 R/ h! _; n) J/ Z1 a9 J+ P$ q/ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 Q- H! u( D! I, |0 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : z5 ^: T2 ]3 g
- O: g! N: G' n, S7 l( q# KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( f( v6 O B- G6 y* N, lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 d/ ^2 X; \: o) I: L* n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# a* j9 E) e1 {* ~) ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 D: c% @1 u9 u7 {; a* L/ m) UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ w+ A i3 i5 z' H6 |5 y2 N% l' YHow you suffered for you sanity,
' Q8 o( \; Z) k& R% v4 R* ` j" @* gHow you tried to set them free,
( D/ Y- P/ f8 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, / g6 s- w- D) C1 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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