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6 {0 s0 ]3 F1 h# T {7 j7 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ Q: o7 F2 B* z' @7 z( K! LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 T4 q: x1 e/ X+ m- f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ l# r; R2 d$ q1 ` j, l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* F, z% Y' q6 U6 k3 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ R7 P; D( a& l% j5 J4 D' u5 {2 x8 @
How you suffered for you sanity, ' o# V o- u2 J- i' G
How you tried to set them free, 6 d8 n" y# ^2 d ^% O {6 l% l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, |8 F8 _$ f% y( ?: i9 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & u. N6 Y! N N. K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 X9 C1 Q* g/ j" f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; M% Z4 u9 _, B3 z2 x6 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 t3 I+ }# z7 P6 g/ ~- }3 g
4 a4 ~! |- i9 z! ]& HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ` q* D( |3 b. U0 j# I( O. r' A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 \7 x6 I2 U" j, z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 J" x3 g4 r+ r7 h: b9 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 i$ t% V1 ^; nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 A! M. M. ]' D) @0 e& i* L
) w; y5 y& L, F9 y Y, d* t, `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; c+ E; c5 c+ Z6 }# h% |4 r$ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( C0 _$ S6 U6 t f8 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & I8 l6 n B) I* k, y1 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 x# J3 E! J( _! O( L9 m1 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. n% \& G" b$ l* E0 KHow you suffered for you sanity,0 S& P6 I& f8 L: n+ Y
How you tried to set them free, 2 b6 z% u* \. ^4 F. y: [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& @' f/ a$ `7 E) g6 EPerhaps they never will. |
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