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+ d8 B0 N$ P$ E7 ^1 m3 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 {/ F# V J- q* r% n, a' `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P m8 }+ G" `& F+ @6 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; E6 [. c/ \3 Y. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ^2 c1 J# Q3 C tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, R0 V8 U0 T$ Q% f6 y9 R) k% qHow you suffered for you sanity,
; G* D+ B( o! N! o' M- LHow you tried to set them free,
8 \: j+ B, `. K% y0 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' s( p5 ^* ]7 `5 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * C* ]. _& f" K# V9 i) \5 u- x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! @* J+ Z& I# x4 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- B2 s' v$ |8 m7 P0 {8 h+ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + V$ P% {" Z; C5 L. W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 V% _; M4 O/ c( b2 l+ VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% x% W+ i1 @; Y; q* a. n9 b( DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( N4 m) ^0 I/ kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 t, v0 P. D" q, q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 n, _5 g( Y( I" n' I8 K, u
4 r( Q2 d7 u4 v; TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 g: a; B |& m, s1 _4 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & l5 Z2 d5 V) U6 U' Z1 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 W) k' Q- S- ]% |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, & A1 Z% J1 L1 M) _
How you suffered for you sanity,2 C" \( e, J0 ~* e
How you tried to set them free,
T, N5 W0 C, H4 P2 z" QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 @7 Z9 u( L6 Q% T* t; m; BPerhaps they never will. |
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