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2 q* @- v8 H7 R) NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 c6 ]( O2 D% y/ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ k; r) X& m1 H% dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; G7 Z9 ~: Q( t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ x) p$ x) s9 V7 R# TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! | [$ v( [& z* J" N6 c* B" h6 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 P" K2 n! r: F% l( M: Z: j
How you tried to set them free,
8 d8 D d W* R) R5 F8 @! BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& d6 d) p l& u6 T5 p, g( s- L# k4 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ |6 d& y* H/ h: q; gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( [7 w( H9 Q% e* H% NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 A- O4 C8 y) S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 L9 j, b) T7 E: u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# a& n6 {9 a' k' P: tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [" L% d+ A# m* @% G0 @But I could have told you, Vincent, % O; g( ^7 \- E3 c1 A t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ h! T. I2 }3 ]! Z1 ?% `: XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + m% M7 K) ^$ o( V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 m) G' g8 q% F+ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 Q) }' Z' s8 A, y6 C& O: e
The 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, : o9 _* y- p( |3 e* O/ Y* s
How you suffered for you sanity,+ F! q Y0 y; ]' ~) z
How you tried to set them free,
+ x6 Y$ L" x: c- @. y0 L( M& m0 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
) s, a9 a' d1 t/ q- A* e0 x* n( R# fPerhaps they never will. |
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