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2 I1 N# V# p6 a! C, t$ P) sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 }1 I" Z7 b# I4 p8 a; h4 d- hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * C8 [8 p5 n5 _0 b/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 r5 T! C1 C& P! K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 K. m% Y, o$ M+ _8 I( C( jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ |1 r$ P6 U- f' C7 ~5 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
) y* o+ k9 K. N: @( l5 c/ o' PHow you tried to set them free, 1 H0 j- ?4 e5 V6 y& }; x1 D @, J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ _4 Y& h3 U ?" f( E, X9 i0 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 a7 }% _& ?' h7 D- d: U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 a/ ?+ _ b* \: a3 e) A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! h; w, @7 a8 _* W3 @' sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" {6 a: S- m- ]- e: PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' k5 ]2 _# _% K, t/ G9 M4 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / e: }$ X3 X: A- L9 y: O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 Y/ D, d0 a+ ?: D( j J* e) Y) yBut I could have told you, Vincent, + o( c" u; g E% l8 L* S; V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # x# E: V# V, g5 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 @3 E& X9 d- j; i A6 {! a* aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 B( W0 {' g- C$ a; c/ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , a& j& \+ y i- I) [# N. @( j7 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 [$ [2 G/ S6 W5 J7 T, q
How you suffered for you sanity,# d0 Q5 h% M8 U
How you tried to set them free, 4 v' {/ R; a6 ^) F2 r/ \" S
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' S. r" ]3 L; n) a
Perhaps they never will. |
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