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X; r1 y2 g. ?3 `3 H TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ j b. s0 z5 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 J3 W; p+ A) m8 n) s! A% i* R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 k; u B$ D* hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ G1 t! q9 s0 R6 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 @+ G, l/ k, D3 J4 qHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 J9 ~" m( C; X/ [" `/ M) _/ E7 ]
How you tried to set them free,
4 r5 ~" R9 m4 t; y( C9 J! A! nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ S: M2 H( E5 W LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . E/ k" x" A, L# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, f% N9 f2 A) V8 N+ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / S, r+ b9 E& e# ~7 d( d- [
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, $ h, N& I, W- j) j. o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " q. Y, M+ s+ s1 V' D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 r- h, G! b' @4 P$ `) TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 X* }3 {0 O3 r. C gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * Q$ y/ \* U, K8 X, K% H: B# X
9 j% E; a) R( A5 _4 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ?& w" W, R4 [' Z/ ~+ M# `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. v6 R8 }" g4 N+ D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ?( |& m- ?) B: @+ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # V9 _# p. I+ F! J/ |5 G& c; {0 t
* p3 r3 p O0 P) ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ^0 Y+ S9 F% e7 R2 I' A NHow you suffered for you sanity,
% _) M9 U5 R. P$ w V( O& CHow you tried to set them free,
- i7 j/ A" n: T3 o( [% iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 R9 N+ P5 @3 uPerhaps they never will. |
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