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4 e( N& M& i" @1 s: J9 P4 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 q( [; q: v9 M1 L, v6 y2 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 [. r+ t0 _1 A/ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" s1 ^" K+ `4 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 _9 ~# Z+ [) ~/ y- v% nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 v* t0 y- b* x2 f1 B
How you suffered for you sanity, . m$ J$ K$ I( H& C
How you tried to set them free, ! x- g0 U/ h' q8 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- k/ \4 Q: ?" W4 n, C* Z8 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * U! Y- f4 C/ j+ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ V/ R( w5 H3 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 D' D5 y! Y0 p: K( B: Y- B3 D
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, ' n( A' {$ ^ q% x9 E' _7 F; `/ D+ u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* k( [/ Q1 f' g; _- n: V( gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* e: M- q- z" i, p. P0 ` JBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( [% o) O; {6 A! B% M1 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 t( r) m8 F% JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 [6 v6 Y6 _* D% B& `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 t# n' o3 i: F& t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! P2 a: B5 S G! YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ?$ h: R( W5 M9 [, _ j
0 n8 O/ _ h2 z4 a8 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ L. A/ v* _% S1 `' V4 tHow you suffered for you sanity,! W% k. m4 x7 f$ S+ s0 I# R
How you tried to set them free, + M& Z- v# O- J& r4 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 o' B% L* z: ?, R1 J$ p0 UPerhaps they never will. |
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