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8 B ]& T l: iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ a5 b6 R8 t4 {( q3 ?1 }7 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
s8 E2 Q7 U3 o* zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 a! {0 X7 k6 r. {& D: Q$ F8 W6 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) E2 ~1 m7 ?" y7 V' M9 E* V9 Q9 n- j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ |: r* Z) d" [* l) @$ _How you suffered for you sanity,
9 s+ r6 n5 n6 i. @0 Q/ ?How you tried to set them free, ( h# x) e# k1 i. U- H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, _& w" ~3 [+ i4 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 O! d8 U6 U9 Z. W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ], B4 a. F/ A: wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ u7 N p. i' f2 }2 k# }7 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 {1 f1 z; \) O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
L+ [9 v. H( l2 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 D1 F+ ?0 l+ w9 h$ [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; t, z( q1 v* X! S# i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. ?" v$ w5 Z4 [9 p2 J6 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) f" @% \1 L& s' E4 o* Y$ V1 B: BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! V' d: e9 ?; t, q4 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 F& m- D3 T1 i. l | u; Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U$ ?6 S( X9 R, a* ]! K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u% x. L6 {1 B' O& `) t
K* j. S1 R5 u. nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( y" a, c" U1 |9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,1 N l: Y$ v9 o! w' y7 z
How you tried to set them free,
2 r1 x p0 M, f8 @) ` y. ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& K( {) D4 T# d' gPerhaps they never will. |
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