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4 r5 q; A/ y. {. zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * N: d; |! y' R* u" g% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; o, y% l) g: P) @7 t. `3 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 |6 p/ u" S8 k1 Z- CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , U. f/ @- }7 H# R; `, l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 T/ r( ^( a! h- s1 Z) `
How you suffered for you sanity,
* H, U2 q6 B& Q% G8 S3 ]! zHow you tried to set them free,
7 \; _0 o m# w$ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 w; k$ b* Y- v" b" zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 R9 j8 p" m9 ` B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Z: L# G3 X7 S( v6 a0 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Z/ X% }. E' F. e
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,
8 R% ? @0 c! Q: KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! |& w7 f5 M4 i9 n" ]4 O2 r+ QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 x; ]' O( h3 C9 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( S( @5 P% B+ U* g# J+ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 u, P" E3 [* V# j3 P
1 k: w( Z2 {! wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 j1 H& T/ |9 i. B1 f6 I# v0 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) _; U" K$ M* J qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ }& ^# W9 y A: u' DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 q1 f- f$ v$ ]5 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / h9 c0 V. x w( j3 D( r* ?( Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% a9 g. \. z9 l3 }How you tried to set them free, 7 y* b9 O% H' `- d2 K$ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 {6 W5 j. x2 `Perhaps they never will. |
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