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, N9 I1 m: X3 f" z, F7 S. tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 m7 F! d+ a+ M9 S4 A% w0 f5 E* e9 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ], U1 b+ J$ @9 L" a# j7 x+ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ x1 D4 |3 T- n% J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) G6 p3 N$ m# E0 E6 J! i. e) n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 i# J, F4 }! }0 [! |6 s b
How you suffered for you sanity,
- f- N4 n! @% T# n; Y9 h! ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 H4 A( F$ \1 Y7 l% ], K9 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % h" |& Y$ a* G" ]% D n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & W# s( x* w% H% n/ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , O U1 z7 H$ ]9 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; ?5 C1 o6 J- B; xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 p) f8 |& R, L) s# a& Y; L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 f- Q8 p9 V" |/ h: a' d) a0 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % {+ G/ T6 R; L. s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " X3 {0 g/ t- Y' \ l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 o+ q/ x' Q. b6 o% A4 V/ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " G/ p) _8 N) s% h3 {
8 ?7 k0 L; ~0 [1 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ^0 r! p& i4 ]5 \$ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - y! h4 F) _( l% o7 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' J3 x) W. {$ v, p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. R& ~2 \1 G# ^; p. Y6 M+ k! C, I# _1 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 A4 o/ B! a6 i% u2 a/ H; s9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,% C/ r L/ N. m0 m6 t
How you tried to set them free, 1 |, u( p% J1 @; [# P6 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( O7 R( J( {2 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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