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+ H/ E8 L& o: j( A, w7 |% sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ?' S/ r* w3 Y& a1 }" tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 X- F5 \$ h* `! m2 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 W0 z( Z6 t: h: x% j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 E3 f4 v, V% R) A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( X# }3 z4 ^" v) w* f4 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 e0 L% A3 [, ~: FHow you tried to set them free, $ |; u0 [4 q2 b+ `% a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 _: q; g5 K+ @8 q! A P+ I' f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( B7 G/ A' n" x a: ~( \0 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ^5 f# K8 S3 C& `1 G" PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 C) u$ }8 I, H" \) Y( R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]8 I r& g$ [4 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 T9 c7 `. F* \2 j% L/ M* x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! }+ i. r* q% T r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; n ]. Q& W+ e2 v0 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 e, m! R1 e3 _) }' U0 S/ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . z% U! n1 ]7 u" A6 [ ]- @* k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % _2 ] w0 X2 G L* b, Z% n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; C, z [4 q& e% z" p7 q1 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' v' p5 i; G) c9 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
u- [$ O: D7 H( x' LHow you tried to set them free,
( }) o- \! v+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still, . H( F+ o9 w' r9 t0 d# a. {
Perhaps they never will. |
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