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6 R4 B) D9 b( c* N2 B/ t& M2 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 B9 @6 D( q; M$ [( cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 C6 }6 s4 j) v# | \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; [- N. \0 V @6 `& I8 r9 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Z3 a7 ?" l# ~" BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 H7 I1 a* J1 `4 A- VHow you suffered for you sanity,
) Z* \8 |. f3 G' ^7 ^' THow you tried to set them free, - `/ E6 C" f* t2 l, o, Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / }5 ?8 [8 G" i7 ~/ D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 p. C* k8 L! Z7 O! k4 f/ j0 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 F; T1 {5 [1 x' ~0 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % W2 T6 {7 I' |: ]9 z
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,
" A5 I6 p: f; b# u. m4 p9 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * C" x1 w. j" V' t/ Z ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 d1 R1 l7 e/ t! ^ h8 U. e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& k8 V7 c; `3 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 L z( t9 B$ {
2 j" C9 g( H+ @- {4 s$ V uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * j) ~ H' H( l4 [1 i0 x4 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 l3 e* g# H# w4 q6 a$ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ?' y/ b4 m* e) }: P& r" JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % K) S: g% d7 F" A: Y8 y
5 N1 A* E3 V$ `8 i1 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % L# }2 a% t0 C8 K8 H0 p
How you suffered for you sanity,. j( p" _# N* }% u
How you tried to set them free, ) m1 b1 p+ w0 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, c9 p! A9 I0 b5 D x+ P: }. G
Perhaps they never will. |
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