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6 Q' v7 g+ ~8 B2 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( V/ p8 ?3 _; f) m$ z* W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 C1 Y0 Q+ w0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {7 _2 V3 S( y% j; p6 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 I( e1 Q. s* H# I. }( D1 b, a' fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* o" l8 n# y. E( y9 w5 d
How you suffered for you sanity, . k! V' N% g7 Z4 s! }
How you tried to set them free, 5 }1 b* H+ y# o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 K" i, u+ L1 n- DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 O: a3 A( a! `3 N L ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ s! i4 o+ O* O7 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: f. d' a: q# n" `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 o8 P3 o# F/ _; Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ]% c7 p4 ?- K$ \1 x: P8 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " K8 A- k) q) K* j5 Y3 B: E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, L/ C' K, ]7 z3 V- j$ p l% YBut I could have told you, Vincent, # W5 z* ` {: ^9 ~, u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 C( M7 q8 V% q6 g; r
3 ~5 \" ?/ k7 q0 W, [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * j% a( t4 _- O5 s0 c, o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y" b" |% \4 r: g* uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* f0 d* b$ F# _& xThe 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, 9 z: @7 b; _( N: R/ P
How you suffered for you sanity,: n: p) l3 ]( e
How you tried to set them free,
8 X6 H" E+ Y" O* `3 M' e$ H0 ~1 DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 T" v! f& ]3 E! f* KPerhaps they never will. |
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