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* `# H* q- v/ s IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& X8 o1 n. ]. p6 t4 z7 t$ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / z9 K0 [5 F5 l$ E- I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 J* }2 ]6 k8 _& J& ^4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 O- |# m* \* ~; p3 [9 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: b# H: B @' G- P7 U9 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, . U1 n Q7 g1 _. `/ E& s5 g4 @
How you tried to set them free, # n& z( h" h+ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 }: z0 }6 g) A3 h7 x2 p- s( R# _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; B, m7 j' W5 {3 P8 D% r4 R. V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, L; V2 z1 ]$ |5 X! [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 |- C9 U+ D2 r' b2 `4 C4 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 F% }8 h5 G; A4 B* W3 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 I# ?$ V e: k- ]* W+ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 h& U" ?9 D- RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % W( ^1 E/ R2 x5 }& [$ W) J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 W6 N1 J" @1 h T# ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ?0 Q. h/ b% E U* o. t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 I! y3 [1 g7 Q; ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( a4 f0 |. k! `/ c* w' FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 k0 c+ h, Y- i8 \- G* ~3 k- z- f3 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 W% k& K6 }5 X
. k* Z! r; |) a# x7 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 ~' [/ u, Z6 a2 L5 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: C3 o6 F7 M, i2 x" ?6 G AHow you tried to set them free,
+ ~1 Q% f! c6 s: r; Q n$ ^They would not listen they're not listening still, $ _' ~" L1 g" V
Perhaps they never will. |
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