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' X2 U- j2 e& AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 p8 P: a5 K/ R6 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
@- m3 H+ q$ [1 h5 |" T- NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* q* g4 S& h% C( dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ]) d$ q/ y1 Y/ t$ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ~8 C# ~/ R6 O+ }" |
How you suffered for you sanity, # E0 A) A8 O. o5 f- N& X: M
How you tried to set them free,
7 c+ }* {2 s1 i1 C' A. f2 \" DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* o: F- @$ u0 u7 Y2 m+ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) k& Q5 w! X, H. g$ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ m% N. W1 O+ |3 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + c- [; A2 z- E6 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {& @0 D# L; f4 ^9 C4 M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & j5 w( u3 C. A+ G0 p7 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * T, W7 Y5 x5 C) P9 u2 ]( C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % P- X& n( A: d5 l/ T1 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, - }3 p! A' I4 W6 O$ _) |2 c5 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) z) m5 }& ~: d* q" s6 U* q+ p& S' XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 y& s; j. k) Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 G4 Z2 N B `- t LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 c) w& G1 S- C; w" i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : j0 E% ^% G _9 o/ J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( V! A! U( p9 j9 A+ m; i9 D( ?How you suffered for you sanity,
, v9 w- y$ P2 `+ V4 _. ?How you tried to set them free,
5 W6 ^& w8 I3 w$ h! o' PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: @$ \" H+ h" g+ Y$ j# v, w) [4 _8 dPerhaps they never will. |
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