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- M" ?; ~' G6 }0 o/ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 r& E# p& }( b+ t; c7 O! v4 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) P% ]. S, O& o7 m# O7 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
i3 I( v1 v) r9 B& X! GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' T V- E5 y) g5 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% A( q }/ F: L2 ~How you suffered for you sanity, , T3 b0 p; h4 ~( X% m; s5 D
How you tried to set them free, ) }. _# c; y9 }' ^/ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 y' t, X! d% ~9 s7 X: U+ @5 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
M/ _& E8 S1 Q+ M6 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & |! H6 v$ S& i P* @& D2 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 c$ X# @) `6 P) h% [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 I% I. M; G/ A- Q4 G$ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {; Q6 F3 o( ?) x) }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- p6 v/ o; ~1 A ]. O: u: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ]( L# ^+ \$ g5 n4 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, , q( U% R) g7 e/ k( D- Z) j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Q2 q8 \- W- r% b' s; }0 b2 v; _( M
, c/ t2 y$ N( n' ^6 `3 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ L! w* l, K4 E' VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]* Q4 D: o# T' i3 X! S' ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 V+ e; b- d2 O; o0 ]# FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / o! P( y4 k# O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; p7 _4 k8 U. |5 T @( ~How you suffered for you sanity,( B, t) `" L# b8 P* _) z
How you tried to set them free,
- `* E' p5 i8 C3 h/ r5 {, B" C. u& MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, C7 {- a7 w {; `' O* _. r' uPerhaps they never will. |
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