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7 V! k9 S5 f( UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 w3 |% y0 ^8 P+ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Q, A' o- E) Z+ Y1 ^0 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& S p4 E: L' ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! W( O- {$ x- E. ]/ p7 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ~% {( k: M& i% u+ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
) z( m$ g( g) f( k4 L1 s6 v, ~How you tried to set them free,
: [# x P3 o7 m2 C! m/ I# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; P2 k i0 {! U% j( c4 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 F/ Q8 X) {/ K( fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ]2 O' E- M' P3 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, D( _% l! J6 X* H/ }& H0 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / M0 i0 T- z. k/ G7 ^
7 d( e) V2 V1 d7 ^: pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - F0 J# S2 p1 }6 |& {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " c8 D/ y7 I' V0 s- S5 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 X( a% v. l: X0 E; h$ @" _4 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% C4 z3 @7 r2 r, `4 k# l9 _9 Q: cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : T9 k! s/ _; i: f9 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 o( I3 y/ e+ e: nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 c6 e% v# n0 N% B% @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & }$ M3 S9 y" {& z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ V& W; }6 L+ M) @6 ^4 h! V5 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& n# E5 i0 V/ P5 h1 G* K& QHow you tried to set them free, - }0 N' N2 P2 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. A5 M J1 p/ s- X0 qPerhaps they never will. |
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