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, T; d6 o1 [& [9 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
J4 {/ @3 T9 W3 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" @; {: |/ M" {+ U; g$ K8 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ R- q: |. {$ F1 T# e" l' VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 s( q) K$ [ D3 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ @; W, d$ p1 L6 }9 Z8 P. n+ A% ]How you suffered for you sanity,
( O3 ^) `+ y$ H; S8 @1 XHow you tried to set them free,
0 f7 }3 U/ t. }4 s% S/ {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! N! \5 U0 K. n# _$ n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ B: ~0 j% |# h, N) s, x3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) E, T3 A8 n+ d6 g5 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 O8 s/ Q }# E+ h. T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 A. Y) ^% q% Y$ E
) Q6 x/ \1 V' Z4 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 O* t6 A; {3 h. e L/ V4 ]1 |6 A/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a4 U3 l1 u% ~8 Z3 V: x0 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 d2 E7 `$ S. @) c& a# c
But I could have told you, Vincent, - V( \- e4 L! E* d3 @) T1 B* z) `) y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; _9 {, [+ d" h' i. a- q U QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, p1 q5 j0 h; d% P9 H$ ?2 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. L+ r, c, X; W* ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ?" [% y) _: Y5 d, _2 }
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,
9 l& n; C% q& B$ o' O+ j/ d7 P1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! |) R% m0 V5 y- ~; r( j+ `! h* yHow you tried to set them free,
! P N. {/ L2 h, eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 Z6 O3 w5 ~- f' F
Perhaps they never will. |
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