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5 a) h2 O- Q% ?" C6 s- \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " p+ q/ t0 D- |, r& A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " A# r4 o5 |" t# k* o% m! q" J1 q1 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 t) G/ |% Q" I8 `7 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ?2 d% S j: k0 m9 x. i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Q X/ ^- [; a" A a
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ q- j0 G: [7 i6 t4 H4 _6 {How you tried to set them free,
- K9 f: W9 b" JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ^5 o E' n& b" Q9 F5 D( ?( dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ~% d& C+ L4 z! q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, N3 @) E8 Y6 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R4 O; Z0 J7 w& w4 D' h# B% X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* R c* G( D0 T" rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 E, ]* X4 ?# G7 I& }- MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & D l7 t5 ~7 Y/ y |" L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - }9 Z) W/ C. j1 V) i9 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, % v0 d; a9 c: q4 V. e) ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, G0 C$ [. u0 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
F* J) G% y: [* cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 |7 [1 p1 _3 i$ z# @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 @ E* f* C% C O- `0 F* Z |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,
+ ~' v/ l/ n6 g8 b0 _How you suffered for you sanity,+ n6 C ^1 Z; a X7 h
How you tried to set them free,
- K4 D- L2 m% s w8 ]7 x2 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 g3 _6 H8 v# H! A0 m8 MPerhaps they never will. |
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