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% Q; ^) ~) M# P1 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 m3 P7 S1 Y5 i O- F2 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
r) l9 U. V* @7 m, d; x8 U2 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 L/ i' E9 w6 {2 w& OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) x0 D! W% y$ G8 u& MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 z, \7 W0 d% v: OHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 L9 r) f! E9 d
How you tried to set them free, & L0 K2 \5 I% X+ U" a9 n: v* @- P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. W" C/ j. K2 K! M9 t- M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 L7 l8 Z5 |1 @) L2 F; \: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 P4 x! F, Z$ m$ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 d v+ Q9 F1 r, e- J; @0 o9 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , K$ Q/ c9 P! h& {9 H* x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g1 v/ t* |, y2 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + U% G. C3 I0 D$ ]# I4 o# K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 I# u; `! S, pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# c" Q: o1 { E4 u; a tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 s N+ |- W7 ]0 s
/ K1 T, f0 M, H6 `0 }! A/ LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; `+ m, z! J& r( A9 x4 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . R n, ?; v3 v9 m) _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e3 B$ o+ o3 O
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, 7 B" X+ m7 ?$ j* b |
How you suffered for you sanity,- S, k, W9 Q6 M/ n
How you tried to set them free, # Q) b$ y! u0 R6 B1 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' q; F9 i% W" X5 C! V" |( N! x
Perhaps they never will. |
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