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0 X3 I* W2 c7 j1 H; j3 P2 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' X- L$ k4 l' e( g4 `" s5 O/ ^6 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . A/ G, p9 C6 m" B1 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! U$ r8 u( N# B/ r UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 `5 ~) h a3 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Y0 S q1 d* X3 [ V* s! j
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ G1 v0 `# i- x3 Q7 l6 `) D% |How you tried to set them free,
1 [, Y* z' Z8 r& bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) N: A- e8 X' t; J5 F& W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 J8 F$ ^0 l' u; F+ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 k7 S5 G! l; J/ e9 t, N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" h0 A# K' O; F! UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & @+ S1 l1 @) O2 B7 a; V2 i9 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # |/ n9 A6 L, ^; @( T& t& n; y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 ?3 H r$ r- \3 P2 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 G3 f7 s& i0 K7 f, s0 @But I could have told you, Vincent, ( a* x- p, H, w7 p2 i) D$ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ]. e: L7 P& K! ]" s( S& l' a; n4 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 n/ h0 N5 w3 E+ q- n4 s. @$ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : d6 U) Q, K2 c. X; U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 c* O! J+ K+ SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ e" z: E |) C. p. |
- Q, e$ |7 t5 J9 c/ X b8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 p# E3 V4 G" a; E$ p
How you suffered for you sanity, a: l. ^+ k% |9 X* `
How you tried to set them free,
0 C( g d5 l% d7 m3 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
# I( F9 a' p, w/ k X" LPerhaps they never will. |
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