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v5 H& U$ C& u% H( y# P2 X& O) c1 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ~( [. H# j6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 L% G* m3 R5 ~; L9 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 t6 H0 O) A) b/ i4 m1 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 k1 L! @* M Y1 ?- ~' \8 E/ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 @3 [ q+ y* w* A# R
How you suffered for you sanity, ( V8 F1 a" P( D# O1 C5 W$ j
How you tried to set them free, 8 _; l5 T- P/ e. a& K# F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ]1 a6 }) I0 g9 y* _ m: t) D" T, SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 P3 W6 ~7 l, S% W* ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 m6 U) e2 e2 y) p: PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' i/ [0 ?" Z: p9 g. X. J8 C$ vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : z/ ~5 }9 B c9 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % r, C5 o( J. Z4 O% |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # g2 f$ M$ {( ?6 ^4 i Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 E/ C( b: x O" T( P) ]. C6 b5 Y# UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 g/ G X: s. W3 p" J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & m0 z$ |' w" f6 d
1 ?" X6 L5 g; `, W- QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! f& P$ T F6 C$ F3 m6 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' [& t# y: B! j. M2 z( p8 W& R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 ~! X; V# C D' W' {6 J: WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - S6 ~7 l5 i' U6 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% f6 _1 m; o! m7 y( k) JHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 M; g4 Z' ]" w6 P' BHow you tried to set them free,
- ~+ d) N5 t; Z# aThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 U, V% s; s+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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