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. Q4 T$ s! Z0 w2 l, d0 p! RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ A/ k. g7 S. o' b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " D3 Q, h( C- Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 }/ Y- ^! P) ]& C. QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% Y5 K& `1 Z# M+ ^" p& `* E) bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) z' B7 R. K0 h* oHow you suffered for you sanity, $ v5 E ?! p! f# P1 u; N% M
How you tried to set them free, 0 z; g% s% p5 g! I/ X# f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, C/ r+ y7 f" C! ~4 |8 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& m% y) t. ~4 f2 G; _; d2 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 c2 w) G s* U+ k8 f7 G. b; B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ?, V, t% [% E7 B6 H' Z6 u2 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 m6 w% j$ P) g2 x* a( |7 c6 h
+ Q% G; g A! `8 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 c) e0 u1 Z0 k' f$ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % g$ Y; J0 P, {- Y" ~+ Y7 s' b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 y9 p; s) _+ q) yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 {: `9 C# _' i/ x" ~. d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 G e, b" m4 P5 N) l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ?, f3 {: X) x) C7 F6 V# i- z \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l& l6 W4 P7 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 z9 I% C' D: U. w X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ]2 ~4 ^, l- |- R& I( d! {' P6 P
How you suffered for you sanity,, V1 {# H! j9 I7 @1 P
How you tried to set them free,
: X+ z# R1 R, [1 RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( |% \( `! ?7 A( `5 y' M$ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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