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4 k7 l* E6 H1 x: r6 ^( IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, t+ K( D, l+ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : U$ I$ Q7 u, [ h5 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 t0 w' P+ k" n6 X* V3 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " Z7 K! ^# ]- X- y5 }" s2 j; | X, z( Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* Z, d, q2 s8 Y' w
How you suffered for you sanity,
; ~. O. i/ f' C4 |; ?7 I" X0 ZHow you tried to set them free, 0 x4 B- g$ D; ^" S2 ]( f' f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 D9 n8 x( n* ]5 F" @4 O# V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; r4 t2 O* ~$ s' ?, Q# s' A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 j8 Z: ^# o7 y) G" d- N' o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; B: \0 \5 U, x5 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * B: [* [3 m: r- ], }$ X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ ]2 Y* H9 ~9 y! i' T+ KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 q* a& N) k1 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 } _+ r2 `5 g. o2 J) V# S" HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( [& |$ W4 y z$ B3 |( B2 s( W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # g/ j. D5 X% P! m/ z
6 Q- ?/ X$ y) i2 {5 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* [# a6 ]& D: k( JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * V& W- @: a$ J5 {0 H. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 l" {$ u G4 z* H- p/ Z' t2 G" s" JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' C+ C E! k) Q9 d% s) Q8 Y: y& TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : A6 C& l6 M) e$ _, B
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 @; r1 M: B; m& x1 ~How you tried to set them free, - ? S- C9 W% L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 m% B0 h1 |3 p% Y' ?2 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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