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E$ G0 P4 h C* T: I4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- s1 H" c& k5 ~( N3 L3 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' S( d% \! V. u( \! j2 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, x! w' v! A2 F4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 v8 K# w5 ^% k: R/ j. @' l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 c. e/ O/ b* a5 q0 e, xHow you suffered for you sanity, ! B: }% y0 F+ k, Y! C, w# y5 U. a
How you tried to set them free,
& s$ h3 T: @1 O1 u) IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 t4 k9 U+ z. G" S; Y1 h* j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ], B' u0 T( L1 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' E% G0 i6 w: W, m& T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) B3 J3 t; A- o6 `& o; m
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, ; @4 A$ I- d- C. ]' Z; O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# G3 I( _- W3 O" [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 y3 R# [5 d- J8 p: ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 L# L( A2 J5 L& l) J. M+ c8 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' _- d( s4 i! X
; n. [( h/ q! U8 g0 N% kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 h" W/ @- M5 W5 h! G+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , U" v T$ ~% ]6 M, G9 E2 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 e+ W! n5 S$ u! q. H" s/ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* x9 j- ?! V$ }- z9 R! NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 k3 b# W) E8 a5 Q: J' t, G8 s8 sHow you suffered for you sanity,5 k; b8 R0 G) T' O
How you tried to set them free,
5 G8 K. j" V3 J& ?They would not listen they're not listening still, : c: R8 D' w$ {# Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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