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& H- W' r4 `( y9 S4 C+ ~6 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Z& @9 R" f7 W, T, E% \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 |- p' O( p5 B+ X; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 u# G9 T R, B8 y) p) k. G a# t$ UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ?& j: @+ h1 V3 \) B4 F$ E, Q( k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ H0 F. Z& Y0 ~; G1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ o, K4 B- {8 c) S# cHow you tried to set them free, 7 o" p; O- M L, j7 T) j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # X7 c8 e' K7 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! Q/ |% D$ J0 l7 x0 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 G, \1 d! f! [' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* G; _3 N$ o: J' O$ s Q1 A& p4 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ F# t Y' y' r6 p1 e7 @. ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 U& m2 z- }- [; ^& h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ^/ h" a2 F0 z% \; J( jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + v* i H& {" d. v( u
But I could have told you, Vincent, * o7 x) [ m' p& ~; J/ p- _! I4 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , H% _- P- w% N! m: ^3 ?4 B3 t: c
$ E$ t; d% l# W1 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 W+ h) c: N4 U" L0 c+ f' ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' Q: ~, ~0 m4 }/ b# c' lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ v" R) B! I) \( uThe 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, , W" N# i5 d6 W0 J9 U
How you suffered for you sanity,: ^1 M/ u6 v$ a& r8 K) J( G
How you tried to set them free, * u% |: c' w+ n& A% m
They would not listen they're not listening still, / S3 b9 \2 t0 t) ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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