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- C! E3 Y* h+ a7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Q2 C" j, z+ Q$ R5 O. ^/ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 l0 A+ p0 c* x' K3 R' _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 H- B7 b5 D, \, i' RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Y! Y1 c; T* y# }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 g2 u) m% t5 P! R$ w, D) EHow you suffered for you sanity, & ^" ^: m! E- s! e. ?
How you tried to set them free, ! G( X/ [" T* ~8 Z0 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ~7 x7 r5 s+ E7 P- Z- U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 J1 n" x1 X4 `: m0 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ g. n2 d# @- B. rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 m4 e+ k: ?- I* V6 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 g1 R% P8 Z5 A
# I) T8 Z/ h& F0 L3 K1 w; U6 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ^6 O, Q* d6 G. ]; v2 g* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J' x3 \; D4 w: }; @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . P6 `. J. L/ s( l4 c* ^0 X5 x: Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 Z* I2 {0 c' T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n& d+ J' N2 y( v& [5 W# e- _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d2 k P- t0 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ y5 ]. C. f. @3 V# N7 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" y6 N* |2 E! H) E) A, QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. X* K% d4 L* G& E" h. ?4 s' YHow you suffered for you sanity,3 g* P2 H3 z) |5 f* f5 ~9 u" p
How you tried to set them free, ; H) k; ]+ j( `) V+ R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; _ b- g& t% l# J4 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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