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3 N$ x" \" t% QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 I& W s& J; d7 v+ M1 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * X; d6 f6 a. }7 K5 H6 W1 M& U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 z5 @+ J( {& {8 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( u5 @# i# Q2 t9 v+ Q5 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! C- e8 a0 ]3 V& g! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x5 Q& n9 W! R+ l4 [8 y/ XHow you tried to set them free, " i: f+ O" I7 p# C' ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 N7 \, I, }, l) r* A9 v4 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Y) i3 g( v0 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ?* G2 g$ {" \: AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; {' J$ }; z+ J/ v T5 ^- JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 |6 i% ^. f$ C; a; r; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 t1 y7 C$ o9 H5 ~4 i' zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 s8 ]" l2 j, l; f- n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 J# n3 w" H* H, F; {5 O( f, dBut I could have told you, Vincent, " M" ~6 h1 C- T0 T3 D7 z* y& @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 {2 K0 D2 j: F w& E) I
! E8 x' W4 l+ a1 c( bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 K& e& r: x: j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ^) g, o j1 U+ i8 [3 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( l9 c) r; c2 L1 b" r
The 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, + }0 u2 M, M A' y0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 O) M; B5 Y8 B7 ~5 a; c" `; A! ~- g8 V. UHow you tried to set them free, 3 `" d( I. n7 s: L6 ^0 u5 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 H% Z$ y' C- F% f5 v9 n$ W
Perhaps they never will. |
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