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" q V- Y( p4 E/ d- o, ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : m( z7 h# i; b8 l% u6 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - B$ e* E6 h; f) G( H z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) w0 X, G8 C" j& p8 o5 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 C6 W. F/ _' b8 l: w' {, M8 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," B; n2 ]+ K+ n" f' R$ M9 H" b$ t, g
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ T6 g- a q- A1 f# c. `# THow you tried to set them free, # p& ]" x/ m! Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H. j$ s. x8 Y0 D7 ? zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' N# _ w) ~( SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Z! V4 c ~# m; q4 K3 g- ?1 p9 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& \7 F" Y2 B" Z5 \7 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& J$ K" }7 ]5 n2 a' FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. C. G# x) n! {- DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 a, R; b' e7 ]* m/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ?+ K% h0 D2 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ]* I5 c+ R6 U2 L4 w8 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , _( g7 [+ {- I5 B9 K+ w6 U
9 I7 {% O0 o, M9 R- v6 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 b2 l7 e# ]* P3 j. [2 n, u+ }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , m6 i1 M6 I" ~ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ^1 l- G/ W5 J- f$ r4 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- m x3 S% V" W* G" hHow you suffered for you sanity,% W9 `- f: r) P v
How you tried to set them free,
, z3 X3 }! {/ Q! q5 v' M' |They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 |* G h* E( @: N) B& B
Perhaps they never will. |
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