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4 a; \4 Y7 A5 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ n, B, j/ [. N4 O8 A$ Q$ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J5 F$ u9 g" Y, i2 K/ ^1 d ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* U0 \- V* ^$ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ |& E2 C& ?9 }& ]/ |' R3 N6 c5 a) L" z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( K, D6 W- ~& f* }1 ]How you suffered for you sanity, / \' s* w# b8 N$ M; a
How you tried to set them free,
7 A% T4 ~' H) P) n% q. NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 @- p+ b/ H: @* t* ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Z3 h% t' e% n3 n+ z9 [% S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! F" V9 ~5 \0 D8 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 a/ w w; N+ h3 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " [6 ]$ }0 _2 p4 n0 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * y& p- q; w- F% h. s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ W$ H$ p: _! B6 y4 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 w [) b* H) W2 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 u4 l8 S3 s w1 j! q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) y9 R3 A2 X% V' B8 |) v/ |) sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 J! G W" b1 s9 F- R5 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. A' |; k" V# w9 c/ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 A2 O0 t" A2 ]& x' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 a; l, \# Y# T
* g6 f- z$ ^! A5 p2 x9 w; `7 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 U, `! P( {7 m( Y2 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 C3 f% x7 g& F3 [' o* q+ CHow you tried to set them free,
* u7 H4 R0 q) E+ W* h; @They would not listen they're not listening still, # A* z0 x$ F# S# v9 C6 ~- n$ [
Perhaps they never will. |
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