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. y5 o4 j% Z4 t+ o5 x6 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ^, \+ C) Y5 ~' PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - W, l7 l1 a3 Y! P G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 G' p; T# A: {6 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# ]2 e! X: Y/ O& k; K5 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ?9 p5 @9 R$ \How you suffered for you sanity, * [1 C+ v! A) X, {/ w
How you tried to set them free,
# Y9 M3 u3 \3 Z: F: n* oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L$ z2 P5 w. a( i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) h& F* o/ A @% a1 z; w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ F o& d ~, p* E& ~- i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 D$ X$ t4 w9 I- J0 j) [2 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / p9 V; u8 w" M: q; a" q6 ?
, V4 M( q# Q% t! y/ Z: AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & @, J- s, j4 ?0 h4 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* D9 s; d0 V, ~% z+ b% j$ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 F& o$ G4 i# }# L5 C; f. B7 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 u/ {# D( P& D# ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( M7 @2 s4 X1 D) D5 x# N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , c: |6 W9 F. H6 d# @# Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' O- L) b7 I+ ?; J5 g2 d3 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " \( Q; s8 K8 d1 k* `( u& ^
The 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,
2 T% `, `0 t$ s* N `How you suffered for you sanity,
: p: d e3 @8 R+ ^6 _% PHow you tried to set them free, / S7 t: m2 `5 m" K* x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 B, i( ~$ p2 Y# ^+ G/ u5 fPerhaps they never will. |
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