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5 `6 e2 T5 H ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 k; `0 H6 P: R. M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 a2 ]) T" i# E. _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& E: X. |7 p- C: z- W$ n" NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 U/ \! ~5 B" o/ ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 O h1 f$ u0 X* r) a/ o NHow you suffered for you sanity, # w: j$ o' {) l. {: A
How you tried to set them free,
" H3 s# |- o3 }0 I" U7 ^5 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , B7 t! P0 Q, c, t8 s0 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 k+ \# m% W( ?3 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Z' e( z+ U: CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! g! Q" `( o+ f; ~& v# u3 W8 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 b( l7 o3 c% Y4 g- EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' F; ]! O; C$ }$ X- ]4 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: W W$ m) `& R7 t( b" t6 O. s, I7 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ }8 @+ W7 a9 {/ p" VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- G: E L }3 f3 j% IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Y$ g/ w4 \- X
- `0 U! L* c2 W1 w8 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 K& n5 S- g7 c. y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: M4 v6 M$ L. X+ ]& Y; }5 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ |1 W4 k! G: x$ w4 ]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,
; x/ m/ n5 |! ] M+ t3 BHow you suffered for you sanity,9 s+ a$ k- \" q, M$ H
How you tried to set them free, 2 L, R5 g! q3 f& @1 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Y' `) k1 p9 B; i) y. c$ [& [
Perhaps they never will. |
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