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3 E: b+ k! m$ A YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, L2 I1 {% g4 g7 y0 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 v- W8 A0 |" M) ?/ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 |' S; O' X. `) L9 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 @4 _, z( z0 G2 Q, W- P3 B" n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ @7 q. V4 I4 B6 C6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 l' k3 A3 O3 V0 x* W4 y; x6 W
How you tried to set them free,
2 q1 l z2 i+ p0 [% m$ WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Y6 N/ M+ d% K4 h$ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 r3 h9 S8 q* x- `' l7 p2 W" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , f' M7 x1 R' W6 ^. C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ?; V) T5 C6 j, g) n; mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 t" U2 d/ ^# B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 F R& Y) f+ M# K9 K, [& H- vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 E7 N; D0 c4 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) |2 x+ r: p" aBut I could have told you, Vincent, / u" x O- M3 x; _0 l) M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: P5 W& @& |4 z3 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & b$ S% e9 D, h5 G% R1 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 G0 D) `0 ?( eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 @3 D5 |0 q% g; o Z/ e$ _/ K) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / U' z* p% t6 W6 C
" }8 R( e1 h5 R! |2 o3 P" xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ r2 e8 v* u; y" ]$ N. O
How you suffered for you sanity,3 r9 j0 @6 o9 T, c1 @2 x" S0 M4 ^
How you tried to set them free, 7 k) @) Q, H+ I
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( L$ b6 Z' Q# `( ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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