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2 S" p; Z. M7 l2 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 H9 i4 v( u9 U4 j4 c$ u2 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 T& a+ G0 L# h* M% I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# y" m* A% [' \( Z7 e- ~' U9 R" ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * q1 f6 z/ s3 ?+ J2 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# S9 ~! E3 K P6 m
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 H' h4 p4 Z1 G7 W, t. M& h, s
How you tried to set them free,
) b3 ?1 O8 D/ C6 I: h* c, }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ^7 a: @- c# O) D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Q& m _2 K) L; `0 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: A* `# s7 Q" ?- J2 n& iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ l" ^' n6 Z& E/ R+ @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 b* Q Y4 J5 R {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 @- `) x. W2 n. CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / e1 r' g1 I+ \% ~1 S/ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 L1 M* B. P/ M3 M8 a) i2 I" S' H5 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, " x' w. J" C: G+ c! c! t( _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : C( O5 ^: H2 E4 h
4 K' w2 }- z. w% Y8 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( s' T+ y8 B/ Q$ g% q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ E6 ?2 P. G/ s) T9 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( A. X0 V& `) ?$ u- d$ Y* H/ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 O" @: v3 \9 T- Z, F- lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ h0 A+ a2 S- {& r( ?8 U8 x% V
How you suffered for you sanity,1 m; z j) L6 X' O* D, T$ d
How you tried to set them free, 8 N$ G5 a( D' U
They would not listen they're not listening still, , y/ E/ ?# O3 |7 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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