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/ ]' ?3 U6 C8 d$ y7 n+ O1 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L* Q( k; \2 c8 F6 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
f, o2 V- M; ? k; NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 V4 F: e1 k2 k, H+ Y3 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, D4 u" j) `* N: w( Q3 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Y) I' _" V* { H, }& m2 t, IHow you suffered for you sanity, & _) c& Y1 G) C) @- w
How you tried to set them free, : d! u: M9 H# {2 H0 @# N% ~4 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ V$ y2 O& d. w1 b V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
v% \' f% o5 I7 o( Z$ P! BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _- w# [) u: s6 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, v. A4 T/ }2 T; n5 V- eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! \2 `% Q8 G- v- W2 z" j% o& Y
. R! V: I/ Q! QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % D9 V( T4 n( z0 h4 e9 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ d4 v* }4 h9 {9 d# m6 Q* R- ?0 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 ^9 E' A: l7 H( s- b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' e+ x! V' b4 k y9 } j6 e, fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 v/ V/ n+ o7 Q* x* XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E& G% A/ I9 D* o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 F4 G0 Y; D% R( Y4 Z( ]) H1 E+ ?$ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 F% K% v+ F+ v; S4 f- j* L4 \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, ! b, J! G# I3 [' ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ n/ K( @1 p7 A6 @3 ~: [How you tried to set them free, 2 R( C0 s k5 Z3 G7 q) w) Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' X z, m+ w6 F, w% p! Q* K2 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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