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T5 p/ x! J) S1 }! iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 o. F# S5 S% m8 E2 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 T4 {- U+ ?8 |5 T0 l) L& ~9 M$ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# \( ]5 v" c' g9 P. C$ p: z" `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 w) N! J5 m' ]( Z. F7 l9 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. I6 ?& j" k9 j* S' c5 h& R- E
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 `5 c/ r( O# \. h: aHow you tried to set them free,
; O7 o6 e" z2 W+ [$ ?5 o _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! F" S* m) {0 g; N! ]# K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, E& r2 K0 a+ T/ \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 e R0 x* O2 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " ~! N6 h0 W E% Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ]- w' v5 B4 u% G- n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- w7 W0 V! a- ^+ t8 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . r4 }- Y/ W3 W- |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 S' v Z- ^! @3 v* v$ S6 H5 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, u# @6 i2 P* U7 A2 R& G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 D, v6 E1 i( D L+ }! W) \
% c. H: \4 t! UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * r9 I( c" e$ @5 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 }: c* }) F+ {- R1 F6 M" S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( u# u1 P m, K% cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 w5 x9 L- p$ K- j4 k4 C* @9 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 |$ u, `' B! Y& U* J" {How you suffered for you sanity,
4 n! F2 B. e0 iHow you tried to set them free, : X' \" X2 ^9 m( o! N
They would not listen they're not listening still, # g7 c! O: f: l* w" ~5 c( i
Perhaps they never will. |
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