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5 s8 x! r O% A0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( V/ r1 j) |, G& T7 u3 {0 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' F/ D5 o- V, H8 F2 M. x, [% mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ V2 [: d& H3 U$ r3 O# j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # M- [% F2 ] B7 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b5 }- c# s3 g( I% y: d; s# ]How you suffered for you sanity,
# V! r. k4 o, u: W1 R+ s/ X. rHow you tried to set them free,
$ l4 j5 c5 Y9 |: a. r. ~2 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , W* O& d$ S7 |3 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; h9 c) }2 F9 P& `3 s/ s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * d7 q! k- ?3 ~& Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * r* E4 B7 |7 d% k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 `) T- ~) G7 e3 B- {, z
1 i" y5 T1 q: J0 P) @' hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# N- I2 Z& [% f: }0 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 u( \$ f; F3 F- I) PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o/ l, t8 X! P7 [1 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# X" C8 t: J7 B4 R* z9 @, L$ `# m" sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! Z, n m, J, s/ X2 }% F! k0 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; r" u; u3 H1 |* o4 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & y9 v4 i. _' i4 _! K: r% {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 Y, }2 B/ E+ OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f W1 D2 L# l5 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 y+ G: b5 p+ s' J' D
How you suffered for you sanity,: y" ?) j( W, b1 A" W; H
How you tried to set them free,
4 _, S# J( m' @* v3 r, @They would not listen they're not listening still,
; v( l5 h1 o' b! ~) CPerhaps they never will. |
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