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: A. [/ p3 I F: v2 R1 |( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + t, T# H5 l$ V' z$ ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . U3 G8 \; A+ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 c- U2 Z& Q" H, T3 y/ ?: E! nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 U. H7 S7 Z- |6 L9 p1 J8 d1 A2 S VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% c2 M9 Z" N, n) @
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ]1 k) X; j. [- v/ [3 wHow you tried to set them free, 1 T7 j, G" e9 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * q6 Z) |' v, }# l/ d( e6 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " L" Z5 v0 f" U$ M/ Y9 t' f( e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G8 y& R# e" T' I+ R7 y5 v; v& R* GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% y5 C% J% m- D0 _; y2 iWeathered 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, 8 S) u5 R/ b$ v) U# F* h: @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . L+ I8 z" F* l: {) b8 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ` l3 l4 l! UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 A6 I" ]- e, N4 _- H+ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) I+ E/ \1 o6 Q. z
. E2 E# O1 m' @: V/ [( DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Z* c [5 b+ Y5 S0 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 N G b4 b7 y# u, p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 W2 I% [1 P# F) V( _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 V- ~% o8 E0 |3 V" RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; F# r5 Q0 |+ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
- x: b* t" s( L: ~3 `How you tried to set them free,
$ p9 q. e0 e* {) M# F! xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 E2 q+ @0 `, v
Perhaps they never will. |
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