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) W8 Y# o1 [% X' T8 M# A. FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 Q3 l( b7 E P8 q9 x) X- f) h! aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 g% H, [( t" w( v- k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ S+ e* x7 w1 ?5 r) K, I) \6 t: |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 v% v( m/ w* Z8 B/ {- Y* F3 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ F- V* Y8 {9 f. q( Q2 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 w1 k1 ]3 I8 o3 N# G! yHow you tried to set them free,
+ h- [5 |8 G8 \& Y) T% [: m# x& OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
e& P# R) }+ t8 Z! B2 I8 Z5 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' }) W( V5 Y" W- C! n8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : b G0 z& ]3 o6 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 q% ~' S Z2 m5 R% |* t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 t" Y6 `. c s) p! w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / G2 b! g H& y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c5 U3 e( m4 S' x* lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# N F2 G Z5 ~! Z# p: jBut I could have told you, Vincent, k% i6 A1 z! [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 i9 R* ?* I0 \" D, F8 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 z$ z- [& L6 _2 k$ K; Z. {" R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 \5 I, q9 E s( W8 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 A9 E. d: o9 y; w- V, N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , b" Q. {+ Y. @* p Q( \- @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + x% Q0 n4 z$ N- h. T
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 P7 }& L( T4 c1 s) _, z4 cHow you tried to set them free, 8 @( W2 D6 h/ f8 Y0 m4 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( ^; t/ z- G9 U. E
Perhaps they never will. |
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