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6 q8 J: p) U$ O( e% C0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! j6 o4 `$ f. F( u' t) H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% b. _* c6 i$ A c% nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" q$ {: E% \ e8 i* uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 a9 E1 E4 Y: \: S" x5 V* NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, m! N- f8 n+ x7 L& e; s
How you suffered for you sanity, / m1 P9 X ?5 Z6 _* ` s# I
How you tried to set them free, . ?% t+ ^/ M$ W& f8 K- i6 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 v8 Q8 d6 N4 V9 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, e" K) ^8 `( }1 B. r) B5 ~, c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / i8 B! u1 p0 k: U! g+ D2 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* B$ K7 {' `4 h" D& y: EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 p# H1 B* w; E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ B, f4 A- r/ D/ `3 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 b$ j/ M5 _; F# \: l" K' m2 E$ ?+ ^. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 d7 i* c, r9 `& q9 P+ n9 Z. W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) ~# i. [3 k+ ], ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # N) {8 ]% e& p
* l" l# A' G1 _. o& A3 x6 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?. k, i: J: ^( B0 b) z! F3 j* l% SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 A Z4 D; _4 Q4 u6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Z% \. ?$ r" H' y( t4 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 D1 D1 M. g0 _* x! O" C% m8 [: K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! C3 [/ d& T* t8 z$ v! F6 X0 N- |
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 l+ H3 k8 X1 J ]How you tried to set them free,
8 V( x, v" z% OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" l% j( L( \4 J. nPerhaps they never will. |
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