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2 v1 B8 y" L9 A- Z+ k% |/ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / N7 l- I3 R/ {" G8 G9 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 D$ m3 P0 }1 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 o4 ~1 q: P' G$ k( Z/ q" d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& H, O% g: \6 f- R2 L/ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 l& W- X, K# n% j) UHow you suffered for you sanity, ( e: l! Q9 P8 P3 X) T7 t' D! t
How you tried to set them free, " ~: t) r( L' E p9 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# G( f$ c% ?. K9 U r p6 x; zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 |8 ?5 Q% K5 A: x! r8 _4 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 X4 @6 ]8 B& O* y5 d6 S4 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 h! O3 C) f% X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Z6 N2 B/ i [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 i# ~6 I, ^# U7 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 S) O' d3 F0 X# V% Y7 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F0 W. B0 L: bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% R6 i7 L9 c6 M$ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 e, @0 m/ A8 L# d# }) l; F+ ^
7 f' e$ {4 i; I k+ o3 W+ }. l! mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, { A* P1 Q0 ?' M/ M9 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 V* w' c+ X% S# a- ^1 j6 [) ]1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' {7 O8 c6 ?1 I
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, % x6 e& ?$ F v6 n5 R& F
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l3 @& O8 A5 |How you tried to set them free,
* y! O1 p/ w9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* o" z. o q% I5 c: dPerhaps they never will. |
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