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+ O5 c5 ?2 D* a( P9 @: iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. x C, o" z% A: |6 y2 k, B* \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 d' i) J9 Q; a. n2 U2 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 a4 Y! F) n& J- h. g9 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * \. ~' x1 y6 H3 n9 U) b. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% r" _+ z* |: iHow you suffered for you sanity, . m+ |, A; `! i- U/ m
How you tried to set them free, # Z4 x/ E$ j& J* U: V+ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + P; L% O/ o6 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- u+ ]0 f- A3 V* @4 k+ d$ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 C2 Y; A8 n1 l2 ]4 J/ MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ b5 W+ |7 ~' f; r( ]% }3 |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,
: D7 q) h) j( F: C( \% yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 K5 e& V. E, t oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % ?/ K9 K- j( ?3 M4 x) a
But I could have told you, Vincent, : z1 O: \& y1 l. Y! [% [3 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : y% Y1 c, x$ J
; x4 u: ?9 f. D8 Z8 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . m1 R7 m3 H1 X2 M1 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: N/ A( B. i" l& e. H, I+ k! KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 Z! [3 `; C @7 ~, N! C) L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / a& c4 e; W. h1 Q: C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ~0 K: E* W( b/ N( o
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ C( g* P8 \) I, UHow you tried to set them free,
! ^& Z- [ T$ w! W+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" H- H6 w. a) E! B% K% A9 SPerhaps they never will. |
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