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4 {% u9 s3 Y6 R1 b2 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " t" c( T0 U/ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; w- [9 ?1 ], h/ a! x4 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% R, a# t- K" M. w* z" ]* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! }: U8 [* P2 P" k( z' uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. @ a- g! N+ v, w- l
How you suffered for you sanity, ; x% F# [3 e! W1 o2 _( X, c7 f, {+ F
How you tried to set them free, 6 ], h$ _- M+ d, G, }4 A0 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ B& A* l. x5 C- SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 W |8 B! Q1 |2 O5 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 J# j1 c: ?9 g# n9 ]( W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) U: l& o8 u, J! p6 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 {$ n- p" x8 p2 F. F& ^. N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 M) N2 |( K w3 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( W$ a& b* s! wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! z+ p. C2 v( U, k/ GBut I could have told you, Vincent, - |' n, ]1 w/ I/ V3 Q1 k% l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , x/ o) J Q: E& W/ q1 u0 q
6 k# h. j3 ?* i/ @$ ]4 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 z! }" o; }9 {7 t. _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: s$ W) P+ \/ _$ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& Z C2 B3 M3 `8 aThe 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, 7 p1 S+ `" i( U- X0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 H6 @8 x" r% S) JHow you tried to set them free, ( J$ y, c m+ k5 q% C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 {) u) S8 V3 S3 ]+ T! Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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