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( G r% \. q: q3 V( v- uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " P3 g* F/ `) @1 w) W4 J( _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , `8 S1 z/ f; @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 L1 S9 \ B1 X9 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ S+ ?! i) y! L# M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Z* n- a+ n2 J* a' u `How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Y, | z' d- \8 F$ U" r" c
How you tried to set them free, ( l4 w( D; ^- k2 p6 T& e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Z3 v3 ?; k" V6 x5 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # n# n" p7 w/ S6 F) L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + K. v; E, F' T: b8 I( {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % a: P! J0 m9 K% X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Z" _- W' U8 t+ u# x5 U% x" j$ ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " s+ h! d& I: u2 A$ T% U& T u, r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- G. h# J) v& ?2 Y1 I7 K6 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # r5 d. {2 z( E9 Q4 \4 G2 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- P1 N9 S8 T9 ~+ c1 [3 O$ t1 c7 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - Y. [9 }9 T0 I$ t+ s- ]2 ? H5 |4 R
" v7 s! E* `$ r7 L/ P5 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# T; f& o6 q. H6 l! R& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 z% w* ~! o1 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Q, P) q/ J$ V& a) t6 b/ EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F/ n5 R% P+ |: V$ X% n
3 O7 r" {8 w8 x4 O2 d* p* sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* `2 T4 Q7 |3 x4 U+ x$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
) d0 M3 F, K( }0 e/ CHow you tried to set them free,
+ `1 _& H9 r4 G( vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 W2 V ]) a0 y( SPerhaps they never will. |
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