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2 r9 V' u% f$ B5 W$ |/ P9 V) iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : \/ O0 I2 _% c( p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % O. G. j J. G/ |; O o1 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! O0 }; ^, C4 ~3 R8 e8 |/ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. j/ d( v- Y* w o4 Y7 U( u; t" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% A. a. ~/ R+ q$ ]1 D
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 L/ K4 C+ Z5 ]. g6 H
How you tried to set them free,
# I& u- g1 T7 T. {% \, O zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( P: N( B7 W% V$ z2 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 {0 ?2 y6 }" l/ S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% w! h3 K0 B0 [9 W$ l5 T( ]3 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ `% ~* k7 w! E3 M$ b# kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) m7 s n u' @7 N! ]4 d# FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 D2 y4 p8 [2 e" {7 z' p' S8 [" Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 ~0 [6 T ?( Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / S+ v) B; }! ]; F# p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f. D- _2 K. u# z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ?: o: E% o& r) |$ G0 `! m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ~! x+ S5 C) v4 V9 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 [7 [ y) D/ ^1 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & `2 O# G- f8 H4 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 v A! o6 O" N
5 C( i1 h2 D. }6 n* s2 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & n- O$ o' ^. }. H& u+ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 m# E u$ Y) c4 {2 c% oHow you tried to set them free,
$ w0 L3 c7 `8 b* G TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# L$ v4 x8 m& A9 u& {7 ^: h' f1 d# z; zPerhaps they never will. |
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