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6 t5 W1 X1 R1 K9 h. v J# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ z3 T {- H$ p, l! X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( I# S) ~6 W3 p' n. [4 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" j9 y- `! U( H4 n. RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " D g5 |& w& [6 }' A. ~) F0 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) I- L e- r! W _: Y7 z% ]# kHow you suffered for you sanity,
: c! T2 A2 E* x& z! O9 CHow you tried to set them free, ! N: v# V8 u, M q9 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j0 _2 [- m" F: Q3 M4 s4 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U9 i+ V7 ]* E$ G6 e8 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! G7 Y! w# w% x2 `/ @4 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . `% v. U1 j$ T( _+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 R1 b* H1 m! R+ e( L# q; g5 m
2 S! s- _+ B. uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / V7 K. o; h. F' K) W6 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, I1 Y2 z1 n: D: y& T8 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 {2 |& x: s+ P$ N# V* jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 d$ [0 j4 ^/ B) q- j1 E% p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 B5 _( C" c0 i- K2 V( c4 d; _7 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . d* n* p: Y W d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, V, T$ d( u+ s4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 b1 e V% d) m! v( i/ uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! T3 M# G8 p9 Q8 b8 B; p5 |9 ?* lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 h, v# m: Y# w! q7 {3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,# W9 X! u3 Q4 {/ l. H g; v$ ?2 X) _
How you tried to set them free,
2 c' @0 T) z6 E: g# V4 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 A& y0 K3 I- g( f' I ^0 c- Y7 fPerhaps they never will. |
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