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C* i* F6 \8 ?3 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, r- N) G5 A( N; l9 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 C e" K: q$ \( K6 V! K% bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: T1 z1 p. G/ b, Q& ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( R+ r( z* U: s9 Y& }& P; z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; l# y$ _6 o4 l4 v3 [ G" X2 P' f! E8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
# {4 T+ q( g, ~" c, j6 bHow you tried to set them free,
: U) S; i" s6 e7 J4 Q9 \1 ]+ F' cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 l0 @5 r/ E( VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% _( d3 q1 e: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 f0 A z3 s' I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # L9 R4 J4 O& ? \+ u5 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 |" K$ c z- {# h8 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " o* l# Q' s! R. H2 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) L) A% v( R6 ]: D4 t, rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " A, i2 t3 U' c' c7 ^' k' Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' N5 x, }8 u6 B; ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% J* v' n0 y3 ^' M8 Z& ^' iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) C7 R; L( ^7 d! U, ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 }( f$ g' b) x4 T7 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 q S& ~ ?6 y$ v6 b
) i4 T" s ?# v7 o5 a' oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% C7 Y! ^5 k, THow you suffered for you sanity,
; {9 K( u* I$ l2 Y0 t" w, s0 r3 |How you tried to set them free, ) x5 q! i5 S2 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! ^) U" F, }% k a; R( DPerhaps they never will. |
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