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$ U& s, t7 Q, Y. iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# X0 u3 @6 C/ J- G4 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, N6 k; D" ?4 K8 o. r; [) ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 E; M8 v; A! d' A( I7 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & S6 b. L+ d1 _6 ]* B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ]# z% g% G& P3 B. |/ Q
How you suffered for you sanity, . l( e( F/ S/ n
How you tried to set them free, 9 c2 D5 e! P* m! \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 F1 F$ F- W4 }( }9 ^. i9 M7 E& m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! w6 \# r. f! Q0 P5 i8 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ~) Q( m* k9 v$ R# J0 d: A5 y1 A* v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 S2 ?7 i0 s0 k& }; j* T4 t) P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 d2 ?# j# t4 a a# o7 Z9 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , u. [! K1 j8 T/ n+ `. F E1 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 @+ D* f7 v0 C* a! v- m2 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' b; g# B- F+ a2 _But I could have told you, Vincent, ( X0 w6 _) d1 J0 _* h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' x) K% O& o5 q, z7 {5 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' y6 c& j' s$ ], w& l; [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Z) B$ X! s8 ?" ?6 H8 G3 h; h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 h e6 `) X$ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Z" \1 G& N8 z7 V( p [( x
; u# N5 V* {. y3 `! f5 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; F5 _2 m$ c5 v# l* E' n0 l7 W3 s
How you suffered for you sanity,' B8 m9 I9 }3 \ i1 O( Z+ ~9 R% M
How you tried to set them free, 1 y$ c: @2 E6 ?; `7 y# G0 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( L2 ~$ E" T; V& F) M8 m/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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