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! |/ `" l/ d+ [9 \( G( d4 z8 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 O4 m% v# u( r9 y* W4 q& }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , l+ z: U" L, e; h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," ^! E: ?/ n3 h7 G+ i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 Z8 c# l- h N: V* r- \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Q) w/ ?6 M( I. a
How you suffered for you sanity, - G: t7 h" s9 S: ?9 K$ q
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q# _& y7 a+ r+ l5 L0 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- t0 [2 g3 W6 z1 Z$ VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 l) Q) {7 N9 K' O4 G/ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 h" F9 s8 F7 U# E2 z }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N$ P, a- u, F1 J/ |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( x2 v. n, @! e7 k' J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D' Y) x! w# j) |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 s+ i6 s% }1 q' m. @% BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 F+ V* w; @" Z- c6 h( f) PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : o; y: T* f% J- P; B
% }( ^2 W* W, P- p% t- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % p: q! o( L) C0 A4 S) a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 x% ~3 E% Y& s% ?# r0 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 j, Y; N( s/ {1 X: [9 D( AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 t4 E9 Y( r/ t/ M3 Z& e' J
8 f0 U c3 |$ w! W$ I; bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* ^2 m. l% Y$ T6 E' xHow you suffered for you sanity,7 l1 |2 l+ }; A1 [8 ^
How you tried to set them free, 6 O& H7 Z9 r5 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, z, D: L5 D( FPerhaps they never will. |
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