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/ S6 Q: ]& b" D j$ [) LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X8 r% n+ j9 V4 ?$ ^3 \% hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! V0 i/ \- M1 W% t6 s6 R* ~ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& u0 ]8 V; V; C! h: Q' wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ I3 M6 D$ K! `3 I9 y2 z4 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ^ c, T. P$ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 g7 s! S: W! ?+ p0 f! NHow you tried to set them free, r9 o8 }* V+ h5 W( r% Q- y: t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 i# A) w' A( O7 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & E4 z, r2 {2 Y* L4 B0 x+ a, Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 `9 f! I) ^% k5 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ T! f3 _8 }! A @+ A: OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! k5 X [) G) D. s# r; IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; D: m4 {- `+ ?/ f4 w+ B: J/ q. q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" l" q5 p: Z) T. ?0 l& N/ lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / h9 A7 I1 \) |6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' L4 L# L$ N$ t5 [. D8 z9 H1 R* i8 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 f1 g4 M, x4 I6 c; d' c5 ^( m
# O) A7 }. `, | b% D- yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 p" q, J' e, t1 v$ e B0 Z7 [1 t5 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 r, y) R- m: r; R: ]7 J* H0 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, C& E5 `1 X) A2 \5 m# o' v' a8 Y1 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b, T. u7 Q/ j# jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 b) w3 b) J. d& F: B9 S3 V
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ^: q) I6 A- J' w$ t
How you tried to set them free,
# T; T: p7 j# a" V$ sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* x8 X: w- e) F6 p+ L oPerhaps they never will. |
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