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5 f0 b: I4 A, xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 C, L4 m- C, e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 O- H# H+ u: B( W. E- ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) c0 K3 c6 f& Q1 w3 y) f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
]+ K M! L4 u& R0 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @3 w% ]: r" n* y$ {# @How you suffered for you sanity,
: l2 ~: O$ T) z0 Y. T9 Q) t! KHow you tried to set them free,
. j8 C3 t( w8 c1 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ?! v4 A8 v, ^" `3 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# i2 a8 E1 q L9 R6 t0 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & U" {/ y$ J0 R1 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 p- F0 q2 o$ E5 U# F# [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, 8 o5 O8 b* Q" z! L/ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 n8 j8 g( A( W3 Q# u; |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- J2 p2 m% c% ?; F \* f0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, + |- c. L+ F0 n! W9 ^. |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : w9 ~& y% x Z! |3 r& M9 w( r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 {4 x7 a4 d+ c1 F$ ]! ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 O7 o) R* r& r1 c3 e9 V; @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 o0 a/ B! @3 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) J3 h9 U& e# y! Z3 F
D% m! Z" t j. l. tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' S$ K6 e7 T6 s9 Y& _5 @* `4 C/ K8 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ K# C4 [& I& @( f% hHow you tried to set them free, ( O4 J' T( I9 O( b% }* t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- m: c1 u- O/ A, ^4 iPerhaps they never will. |
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