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3 F1 x7 ~$ G' ]( e& kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" T% X* O. R0 M4 A" t9 H. U( uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ y) ^0 e1 c6 Q3 j) B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ l. J+ x. q0 t/ y. TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" O3 R5 M/ K) F. v8 {) Q! CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Y( |$ x8 ?- h9 \" c3 U5 J/ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
* y a8 }" O8 F+ b& X! CHow you tried to set them free, & Z. a/ r4 `) M2 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 [5 d- T1 d! A: g: O" E' y) c1 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 V' @1 N3 w. jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 @) L/ W) ~2 }0 r7 @: dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + @3 a7 E4 t7 O: A, d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 S% h. Y5 c* eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # L3 L2 b. n1 c" X E+ z! o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( }! F$ Q6 Y/ G! W! }+ i" t* F8 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# J7 o# k$ k; C+ K0 Y7 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ S1 w: b7 @& tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; t. c) S3 v6 D8 L# {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 [* ~& F) @ U% j! ` a3 o) S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) K2 f7 z$ I0 O* p4 H% \ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( M& p7 {, V- Z6 I ~4 K" ^( ^' R3 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " b. l3 f K4 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R0 ~9 v/ y' A! [8 G3 L% K
How you suffered for you sanity,$ K6 e9 N/ Z: c9 ~
How you tried to set them free,
]- E7 t6 \& j) dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 m. V" A7 b6 r! k* y, k: \8 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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