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7 Q" X5 S- T) l) I; v; D# |! oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' R" F* b# w, [1 {/ j# u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 q1 A# \9 f7 A/ N* e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 }3 b: x M1 ]. a, B! s5 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 s" z) p+ `3 B9 o; M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* H! x* M+ E' ^, AHow you suffered for you sanity, ' ]; \& ~; i6 L
How you tried to set them free,
, ~6 [: R! n0 B) e: N& F5 D/ d4 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . \1 d+ M4 Z" P! D# s# x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* d6 Y' [; j3 X- J) rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / @0 k3 H8 l& i) I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # m& l; ^$ Y6 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . @+ c8 a. E: ?7 g7 T2 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 K" z8 e$ z7 ?" N; v) yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; n. i! B g; UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 I' @, r( b5 T% M FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) `1 ?% G: ]) N, yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 z: S) ^# X+ T$ o! E; a5 a7 L
! ^& B7 N6 ^2 f4 V, YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- I7 ]/ U* A/ a7 L; }% K. l$ }( g6 D1 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . h6 h/ U1 I* J# B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % e L( x" k; L9 B u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 U0 _8 t; R. e R5 [
& L- U8 ~$ A& b- A2 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ]' V& X, X$ t6 D) u9 ?" \How you suffered for you sanity,
4 V, a1 y% r4 @" | BHow you tried to set them free, ; M3 b2 d, F( U' A7 M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# w" Y' V! \ YPerhaps they never will. |
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