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P# g" V8 r0 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 }: R. X) R+ I6 W1 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " `- [; y$ ?0 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 A- C. j7 ]2 ?/ C6 m% t- a# v: W5 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! B. W$ g) q4 ]% p9 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 T* W. I5 Y: J% P4 i5 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
. j7 X5 T, r5 v+ s& O" Y% KHow you tried to set them free, 5 ~, p' M/ z( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 p; C6 ]$ n4 |/ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & J0 |# W: n* h3 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 R5 X4 f* @5 Z* r# _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 b# i+ I: q& w" R- Q6 H: I, O+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* f. F5 G1 _- r6 a7 M$ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - ~1 I( p6 ^. F7 T0 _) ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Q. X7 t% E2 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 }! v7 L# p6 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * N% k4 B) `% d$ T1 X5 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ L! \" q2 k& n$ _: u; Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. S( v9 a5 z `; _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 g x) e& i5 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 t* V0 G0 x F* `5 l
+ d1 [! w' r0 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q7 R D# I/ U$ k i, h, P7 A
How you suffered for you sanity,1 _0 d4 U, y9 ~; Q7 C, k
How you tried to set them free, _# _) Q* L# {5 F: P1 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, * s- A' V2 |" ~& x& |- l4 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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