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, f4 k; P8 i5 Y' ?6 T* BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# b) M2 E# J% C2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. q e8 c6 P) E! Q& }7 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ [: z; b# t9 Q1 ^6 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! |8 Y. W" C3 K" A3 `; Q- o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 a7 t/ g3 ]5 {+ B* RHow you suffered for you sanity, ! P4 L3 N- T9 [+ |: {' ^- O& B
How you tried to set them free,
9 T: Z9 i2 ]) A! f' |4 U) oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 z/ w$ W2 U1 ^8 }8 I8 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: R5 Q6 } F* F' LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 A: K9 l5 ~. W, M" z( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * W$ r# H1 e% A% j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; V$ i5 t8 ~7 m+ e4 G% HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 X7 { j5 B7 S2 T L/ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" S- o8 S; ]( z @8 F9 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. D$ W, s* I: x3 R; i/ SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 O9 t5 x O9 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 S1 O+ A+ e$ H' K
7 ]' N' W# W+ }/ P3 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& w) o) |7 s ?. _3 {% c' m; \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) G# k) z! G& @, u& k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# q/ S, F( T4 c2 B) C) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 z/ `/ p/ W7 N* ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " w. y. Y5 k- l* b! Z: N
How you suffered for you sanity,
* I6 N8 K8 t+ T# f5 M$ ]How you tried to set them free,
# ?/ a( q/ { I* \! v+ cThey would not listen they're not listening still, , D- J+ A+ U: v' x& h" H
Perhaps they never will. |
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