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P1 X/ |3 ]8 |& g, \, J6 ~5 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( c2 g% `; U7 h* CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' W2 D% T' w# F7 a3 G9 z* J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 O- o: f; e1 K5 C) j% C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( b% X ~: X; }! k; A' d m7 d# ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 C+ U+ f8 o* H9 y1 O1 P0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
% p$ J- W+ U8 J8 O3 _% f; |% zHow you tried to set them free,
6 [. {1 L/ _+ cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% a0 Y/ d5 E3 E" _( BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T. W% h& n: r: H0 A: Q2 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q4 f: d+ ~2 Y) b: y% e) d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' c H6 r! J/ f9 d3 i: J4 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 J2 W) s5 u5 u2 D
" w* S, f7 b: ^9 L! a+ s5 s* iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ _% S: o0 W4 R. W4 N" E2 X& GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 p. W4 @! q8 V4 B; R: {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / Z( @, n& t* C2 U2 q7 T* y5 p6 T5 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& K" Q% h& @: x' z8 C5 P xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . @( I% O; L$ K# L" S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 `& O! I8 M* v2 b+ Z3 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 q, I$ p: ^; B' x7 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ C: h6 A8 [! d4 ^# H: B. \How you suffered for you sanity,+ f. h! N8 w; }, {. j# m+ @
How you tried to set them free, * ]* ^# |" u- z) m+ F' P6 @" {& ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, - u4 S8 R" W4 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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