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4 V7 o0 |- e7 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: r! J; A& K; N3 C2 A# i$ u: `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . @3 v4 m! N# P) k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 u/ ~& D3 V4 |3 u- {" K* a9 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 J1 \6 S2 d( I; G3 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
?1 J. ], V# y& g# Z, Z$ q' ~& rHow you suffered for you sanity, / F ^& V" m8 h$ _. [- z' x- i
How you tried to set them free, # w6 m- r( ?- r1 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . w- r& v$ N9 f4 n, u) V( \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / \' N( H% _# k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: U: w9 }8 j/ G+ T. [/ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - C- ?" M9 ~; F/ l
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, ; u+ S0 B3 a& n! l+ g7 D5 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 X+ I$ ] I3 w8 W# X ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ?' M+ K2 w0 W: N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 P+ `7 \* }8 ?/ ^$ u; y- N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ~8 m1 S `& r8 ?2 O4 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " O) S" q: v8 h m. d) ^" N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) X5 X8 _- i- kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 m* M9 r5 S2 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ j& \2 s( @ X) y1 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ?/ t+ R- Z, t+ j! `How you suffered for you sanity, z+ i8 E# z: g5 ^6 v/ `
How you tried to set them free,
( r( N4 Q* W# ?. R9 x2 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 I1 d1 r* i; P* k3 c! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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