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8 E7 T+ K4 k5 R6 v; z$ Y/ _6 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. `: b) ]% }+ o, t9 ^7 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 m3 Y6 \ u; m9 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 N9 q/ @3 I' s e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) m+ ?0 a' U6 C" O* VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; b* W; R6 Y. W8 `6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 S" L- j4 n3 r% f7 } W
How you tried to set them free,
! J. J/ _* f1 L* Y ~ w* X0 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- E I t" M2 @4 R) s5 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 y- I: c4 A' l4 m- S k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' y$ ^" P1 s* A3 X7 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( T( H8 Z/ n& \7 h5 Q7 M q2 R$ `+ ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. T v& h& Y/ L. x$ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% g! z6 b J `% ^4 F1 X JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 z$ n) K. Z I4 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [' s8 A$ d5 c. N0 W/ [2 L+ yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; t3 S: B) g6 D5 P: X+ r, ?" Q& j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Y# e6 i/ R/ h: x
" |) Q5 F5 ?: y s* M2 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, b1 g4 u* M4 ~5 F7 @7 T' P, QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 E0 }3 h9 ?6 e& N$ M" z# g2 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 \. {) B$ I n! i- n- w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' d& {0 ~1 ]$ G. Y* w& `/ H( j( ]% [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 i8 Y9 c; R- e5 E* B- c$ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% ]: i4 q( u! V6 b, W1 vHow you tried to set them free, 3 w6 F, v& I. d0 W9 F2 G9 X5 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 t0 g9 O$ X/ m0 L% h9 r c+ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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