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" ~- F; N* I+ o( T+ X( S' u: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! C! {5 a: c) u; u2 n& `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 S1 ^( b" F) j. F+ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. g$ {( n& f; q1 [+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & }+ S+ n8 _4 ]: P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% U: M c9 a: eHow you suffered for you sanity,
" W; @. o8 o3 I5 }9 w- RHow you tried to set them free,
) N: _& T9 h6 l$ p! A; x7 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 V6 ` |9 t: I. K3 y9 P: i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 S' t, V. f0 a# uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( x* Q! g6 c+ D7 c# K" `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ?% W* Z E4 @: W9 [' @' J0 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 R9 G# o" d* q/ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Y5 c( n1 g8 m1 u: n$ a3 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 V) B: N7 W8 j( ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 B+ X0 [5 m4 C, F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Y+ t) Z `. A% a# _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 n& U& s$ j4 p+ X( p" e5 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 s; ?6 M, u) G) f+ @7 B( ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 |+ m9 x" N6 b @8 x3 W1 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) r6 x b( P+ K5 s LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; S) I$ r7 f: @: a" v4 D
How you suffered for you sanity,* ^& j& O" G: p
How you tried to set them free, - K0 g8 J% ?* R# C, N$ h; ]5 g g4 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ^5 V3 l& g4 p( h5 H& `9 z Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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