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T, I2 T4 B' U1 o2 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 m; s3 w% m8 U$ M4 D+ l, ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ]+ n: \* \0 c* u, k$ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 z2 e7 X0 c/ [& ]/ o8 h/ J. m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ y$ g; F1 z: Q- ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ C9 I& M) _! U; c6 i$ ]- P0 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Q) _# L- x! [. e' H3 k1 d5 hHow you tried to set them free,
: K2 t/ f; T. T9 S" c1 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( \2 @6 X6 L" |4 S2 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " }, G& \+ n; }' u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 D0 y- J" W/ q# f+ P' U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / q6 I, M" ~+ L* r# U9 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) }/ H; x1 h! M0 a" n/ r' D
z/ \- r6 {, o H, \; V" K0 W* J7 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 }3 q8 X; j0 g* ~7 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 W8 f0 Y* k( j+ Y7 a/ n; J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 \ ~& s$ |6 t. N3 V8 ^4 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- N1 r O* I' F2 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, @3 a) s: Z7 c5 Q3 z9 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / P& K0 z0 E; G' a/ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
U# a5 ^+ q5 t t4 t8 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; C8 w M8 S! X- ^4 W6 i6 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 _, t. Z- f g8 { V2 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 G3 i" T1 Z# ^. X* }How you suffered for you sanity,: Y7 p& S8 U- f9 R& T+ A1 ^
How you tried to set them free,
4 J3 o4 y) ~2 d! Y# u9 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 _" }. I9 j8 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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