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- i9 A9 x% N/ M8 F+ J0 S+ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" g A$ n: u n6 b% }6 Q7 x1 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% P, {8 X: W; N3 a8 I6 w, w9 w; s. S4 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 y: R$ d. m( q: z- Q. Z( x" w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# E# ]) ^0 f4 b+ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,. n) |1 G! r, E K8 y6 V
How you suffered for you sanity, # b8 | }3 k0 U" Z8 e+ h- L( m
How you tried to set them free,
5 s1 i" t9 S Q. t0 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 z" V0 V+ G! o6 o2 A# d: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 L& P( H2 U/ o4 @7 w* @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 u- T$ U z$ G: Z v$ [8 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N6 m3 _6 B5 P! L& z; O# cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 S) s- _" n2 R! G
/ B2 |, ^0 z& J2 T. w# P, l$ a! U* tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ K$ X- n; E9 q1 P3 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' A, \! A: h. k0 X! W g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ R( M/ i- U7 t7 t5 z nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 [7 d6 Z q5 Q- F. C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : d$ I- a2 A0 @" B4 y1 b+ h/ I1 ^) D' a4 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " Z) \" S+ i l2 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Z; R# O$ |; {) X& j( {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: u- \+ w( x% l; @3 E+ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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M' _. c9 U, i5 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 w7 t% R1 \* O9 T+ @How you suffered for you sanity,
) m1 q! H" ^5 ]0 _0 y' m& A3 zHow you tried to set them free,
& F$ o; ~0 i1 g3 j: t6 m5 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. Y; J5 N' ?0 @Perhaps they never will. |
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