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8 x. b0 T- @! i4 QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 m9 w8 l' n% s z8 Y$ m4 L7 u# ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' i8 s6 s( _8 K" Y5 E) Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 g( z' K" Y; t; ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
I }. `% i0 W1 C `9 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ]/ R5 U0 \$ S1 ?* [5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 k; B% T7 i# Y+ UHow you tried to set them free, ; o7 M' |5 A9 v9 g8 ] @2 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ {2 @5 z+ d8 R" \3 }6 ~+ h7 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * A1 i: P& c, }0 y6 E3 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( V8 m1 s5 L! v& L. v$ gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + `5 u1 V1 A8 g- V+ _
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,
2 W* z$ D; I3 v; w- L* uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & ], Q' n; s+ Y* m: {( g; r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 A; w! Q) l- B9 ?6 K( X. |7 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# Y% {, w) z7 M3 J* oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 [9 B2 M/ R+ m( J4 H7 D
f5 D; R1 O& f! a% i. \ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # O1 d5 i5 | p* Y6 Y! o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + a3 U N8 f+ b! e( V# s4 ^* n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 I8 _9 b6 |* jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / L/ G" B" n* J% `0 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( j' O) W7 U$ W7 `8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,- X; F7 L3 h4 [" _0 t: F2 n$ A. W
How you tried to set them free, & \$ M' t/ O3 V8 I* U2 C$ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ g- e- g, I7 k* O
Perhaps they never will. |
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