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, f1 z& r4 {+ S KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 Y5 i; o5 x/ n- [) _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 q* y) Z" a z! K) c M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' c) g* `$ k* ~. e/ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ~/ J' V0 L% T# P) v k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 _% ~& c& K1 Z: SHow you suffered for you sanity,
z2 \# o2 e* V! B) DHow you tried to set them free,
; m1 j. Q. F. b+ I# }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; v E. U4 n: P7 k# `, Y. f+ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, i* T _) m+ G6 G6 O. W, |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' j# n/ O! ~/ u" EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 X. U/ E2 }! B9 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 j" x7 N( v5 c( h- J: C
& D3 K. {0 ]2 L3 f' r) G8 a' {' E+ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- b: R r: m2 R! ^# }8 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w) h8 l" w: }3 ?; rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 F0 G" T5 ?4 e) `5 ^" q6 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, , v3 T7 J, _: B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: W5 E' h/ p5 u( H( n Z5 j* q: iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Y+ |8 G1 m% k; y8 D$ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q0 x( Y/ o4 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 R4 B7 A% g8 y, ?: O4 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,
8 O! e$ n7 q @+ {# K; i( b0 C! ~How you suffered for you sanity,' v1 X& U3 K( t( X) [7 T2 z
How you tried to set them free,
, ~& z4 M/ s. h8 }! U6 |# gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" k' M8 L; J* u% X- Y: U* N! {Perhaps they never will. |
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