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& U8 S0 M* D; IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 e; c* \0 _( [" S3 z& GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! I4 a, c& v! n5 Q7 |* M* @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 |! R U6 t0 y4 M6 ?- b% G9 L# aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 m! [4 e0 O. u1 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 I. J/ {4 B3 z+ S% _8 A$ D1 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
j" ~' v& O" M: s* ]8 g1 OHow you tried to set them free,
$ X( O r$ ?7 I/ Y0 o/ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ?- y( q6 ], q* Y" W; n, f( sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 {) m' \* Q# r- K) Y: a4 i8 K& j! q; z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' c% c( u/ h* r% w" P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . g# f" N/ N4 S) c4 ~) C5 l7 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 o. t y1 F7 M0 H4 b* r0 l
3 n' q2 ^" r3 F3 v$ q- AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 k1 | b& p+ S2 Z$ J5 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 M, ^' P+ d( ^5 o! q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- O, d8 l6 e" R+ m! r2 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 |! Q! e0 _3 V" B8 \. n+ m7 v+ n/ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 |+ B0 l: v, y/ z% ]0 q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . K7 m( s* ?/ `# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Z$ a* p2 F% F# K7 H1 A4 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * O: S' l7 C( p* O" c8 t+ `) I8 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- n" @' l1 x+ K' ]4 P1 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , F9 I( @+ B- L; K6 X& S L1 t: j
How you suffered for you sanity,+ M) e6 k/ S G% L @0 x8 D
How you tried to set them free,
7 O! P3 s+ K8 j$ e' ]0 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, : {$ u) D9 H' N$ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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