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4 I) A# f* W X) H* r4 e! i0 V1 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ P0 u" {3 x' z4 q! L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p) r* p% }1 Q8 I# l$ Z& d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& E, j- V& Q" t: M+ P" Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; m! s) m4 H3 U1 d* ]' k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) i& C$ Z0 Q4 Y; s; N9 w! J
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 o4 }, W; c" X# g# L
How you tried to set them free, A0 H1 c3 F4 {. z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & Q: {- u; Y# F3 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' R5 h. w; U8 j$ \# a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. T4 p' U1 Q* sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ G# _9 }2 `3 F. }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * A* A, @$ V/ @; S
- }8 o. y6 d9 R/ z0 x6 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * G2 ?2 {: O6 N# l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: i! ]9 S: D2 V) z7 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ h D% v4 S: @* u8 m- {But I could have told you, Vincent, h0 S8 u6 E* C; x5 E- f7 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 V8 i% K- M; `! Q$ u+ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 v" a. W. F$ f1 Y: J7 p2 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) n' d) p) {0 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 H! P, R2 I6 J6 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 n: e% V1 F3 t7 v9 u3 Z4 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
: f1 k7 t8 R3 M, D. o( d' hHow you tried to set them free,
% `# K, @4 u: S1 i6 ?% U% dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. `5 p# e& r. h8 h$ hPerhaps they never will. |
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