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h; k! Z i7 r8 j& p# pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & x6 O2 ]4 K2 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & K# h- F! N( ?2 L% F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 C2 X8 ]$ ^4 Y) S( ]8 ?9 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* r0 z% R0 `; Q+ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ h2 O" n. r! v; O. W% F
How you suffered for you sanity, . G, s7 c1 C$ q( f+ J/ p
How you tried to set them free, : k- h1 W+ {8 R0 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. E- I& V6 |+ @7 e5 `' @! DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * R& C3 U+ C2 D! X) g: X: d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 C9 O j* u6 S& @2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & z8 B2 b, j z" p$ c8 Z% R' E+ L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) B$ B& H% n) J% m& [. z$ \5 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " o" X8 O) X- T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 b) c# M$ F- Y6 @- W+ F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Q* k) q7 g( M5 z1 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, n' T# d, ?* F- ?2 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 {' s+ @+ y& S) OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ^6 T) x. }2 L* ~$ B$ i, Q+ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' `% U% }: ^& }, }5 T# n8 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 B; e6 \8 J. m$ v! b* ]7 f
6 p% b# E$ k8 s5 a" Q* A9 x" iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 u$ N7 C2 i9 a
How you suffered for you sanity,3 C. k3 |+ {: u$ d" L5 e/ Z
How you tried to set them free, 1 P4 Q( U2 y3 m! o2 Q; n
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 p" \! j$ n' e% J8 r3 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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