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* r) \) u. z6 v1 H) U" ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * P; n" ?0 m* @* z" L5 M7 d e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & H1 G4 \8 l% ~$ \7 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, e0 x3 P, k4 x! ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F" `1 n9 u8 d w' B9 I- ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 r# J: W& f) p3 z9 {) X$ y& {How you suffered for you sanity, ( b" l# l9 Y+ F$ G
How you tried to set them free, 2 U- Z4 E7 W, o( S0 p' I8 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " {4 j; x. {- f# {( D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; {7 @: n" l+ X. H, `+ y vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " k7 Y) I3 Y4 j' G" N( s# Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Z# Q1 {* _- v7 ^2 F1 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 x$ H# `, F* H; i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: `! U: S. W* U2 ~5 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ _$ d7 B: l+ J4 I; F, A+ {0 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 z+ n+ v. o- m# V, M+ w$ PBut I could have told you, Vincent, , Y6 C4 r! v2 p! e3 p2 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( D7 @; {& Y& X- T* X- i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 F9 ?1 G2 l4 d" S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 ^! X3 i& \4 u5 h. r! W; T- j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ K) N f$ J& Z# k9 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( v C7 S: @. G8 R& M8 f: zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & |8 o9 m( y0 ^. M/ g) x; y2 {; v
How you suffered for you sanity,
. q6 X( {: `/ xHow you tried to set them free,
5 b) O' e9 a& r1 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, % I! B' T2 Q$ A& N, C' \7 S/ a: a
Perhaps they never will. |
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