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! f4 T- Q! o% E5 U8 J3 V& VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ b$ }# r7 F5 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 \; i/ O9 |) d0 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ T; S* y/ K+ M9 @& q4 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 {7 z) i Z9 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 d8 [1 t7 V& H$ x0 h8 H3 j
How you suffered for you sanity, + @: a) E/ t) ?% L4 B
How you tried to set them free,
* v, l1 g5 z0 w X/ _3 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! P( w6 B) X" ~4 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# o. J: I: {3 U3 g1 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 v2 k: Q, E" K: VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - m6 \2 w' G+ ?2 i7 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - @9 m- {1 @3 r' J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 X9 a) z ]6 U; c. b! r$ p# |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Y7 X. M' i. O3 ], oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Q. \! G; U+ k/ N$ I" O6 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, / i2 k u+ c1 }% H$ E' ~# m2 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' p9 Q2 s, R2 Y3 ^6 |, Y$ f
# A# O; Y3 ^ |- z) `, P; o1 V; w! L+ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / \- j5 E; M; I% T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) S, F4 L& V+ n) Z: i& ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% x7 Q. b/ D# v n9 r& G) `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& S7 D7 {% a! R! \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " h6 k) e7 ~+ L& r1 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
( R/ I* K T" M* R- x/ Q$ ^How you tried to set them free,
& C% G/ D+ y2 RThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 R: D; q% @7 W2 f) X0 |* a
Perhaps they never will. |
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