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# p4 i7 e! X9 F: MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' x! I" G; B& E) ^: c9 Y- _( G8 c; v! D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Z8 `& y+ p* H" fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ?6 y2 w) v% n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. C% z# O$ q: Z& L. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e- F: V- H2 V8 C) S& n
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Y, [ H! B# D f
How you tried to set them free, 5 {" t u$ m e' x y+ G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " |0 C- A2 [% t) r# e; G! n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 R1 L0 _. ^& |7 {$ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 j2 o6 ]& B1 C$ \& w; _8 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . k$ p) O6 V) p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 B" w% b5 Y0 t4 k* [& D2 a7 ~
# T8 l8 w$ w6 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 O; J3 @2 k! S' x; [5 f3 o- a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ H% M+ T8 h: }4 ~ C( KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % v4 f( g/ o2 H' [( u7 v% r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* I, Q+ s( D, R9 Y0 C8 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 h& u( l1 L& ^4 N9 B0 B
1 q: h9 P' V8 S3 E# _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : _( A5 G* }# F- ?* G- v) k; q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 X# C5 d& p3 g# m" y2 X, H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; z9 ]3 d; z: x2 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; y3 _6 O; I/ [6 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / C) _8 H* d! |) _
How you suffered for you sanity,
! P H- @: [; m" q" F+ r7 ~How you tried to set them free, ; l' L2 t4 V7 U' g0 ?% l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 e5 X& l; u# o! XPerhaps they never will. |
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