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7 @2 j% F4 h8 S, |( iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 d! d* Z7 w9 S: I% vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + T! v/ U$ A. p* n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* R3 T5 N" ?1 T% u3 F0 Q& ~. F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 f! |& [ p2 i- n7 o. D& \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ L- H) A% q% h7 E! F# MHow you suffered for you sanity, , \9 r$ [7 @) P( {: j
How you tried to set them free,
: ]. F+ |! Z3 t; HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 T% R, I" [; q& ~/ d# k, s( RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* P ^- K% z' z6 H9 j0 U- wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) g) V9 |( l" B' X# ?/ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ~3 k6 _& z4 ^0 s. ~; V; [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 q& A% L9 V r1 F9 X6 H8 ?; b$ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, H! P# g* e+ j- @- `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ H6 Y, F" p+ J: t" mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
W' E) @; t& I: R5 F; MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 J9 E& J0 E( o! C! ~6 {1 [7 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' l# |# M- x% d- e5 Y
S! W: S: Y$ T5 R+ M0 L9 i/ p9 C9 i5 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 K$ v& z6 b. W! y2 A( eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 H/ [0 i+ g+ j7 G6 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ T# ^8 f5 p2 j7 X% E! h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! @# m7 W+ @8 d. D$ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 b: E( X9 Y' T0 k3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ l4 F& H+ C+ E6 IHow you tried to set them free, ! y, f- [# C: [% a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / m. a; j* V+ y; ^& n7 n" J2 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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