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^/ x4 q; I: R& W8 \" ]2 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q& R4 t0 \3 [7 {1 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 B% H! l Y7 G% z4 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, c: n9 g- Q/ _4 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 |( K) J8 Q" [& @- n; a3 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; [: i0 v# {( A0 w6 H& ^3 W) L- f
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 j# Y8 s2 C! e" I H; Y
How you tried to set them free, 2 r% ] P( @) ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. C5 u5 w( @0 `( F5 P, L$ ^) |. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! a7 h, i3 q# ]8 T8 B9 W# OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 C6 d; B+ d4 l1 w. `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 |8 K; c Z% S0 M/ n, ]1 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c# u4 B- O& K1 @& [+ ~& y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! U, |) Y2 P L" i/ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 b6 K: J$ |1 G9 R# s$ {8 _8 Z7 K: G: P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! C: G4 j" B$ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 n1 E B6 S, J% v9 Y A M/ q+ ?. q: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * |) n% F' m7 o7 V
+ e$ ~9 E s$ L# F5 r6 y: DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 E* T: f4 P4 |( c _( y# s4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " g; x2 j- w( Q4 T( P8 n1 F6 ~: f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " S [5 |$ {& ? A8 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% m+ a- V0 }- W$ \# |1 l, kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 P* o0 R! F+ T, V
How you suffered for you sanity,
( g5 m0 X# X* D7 w1 hHow you tried to set them free, 3 ^6 R. d0 k9 i- ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& R0 F/ Z4 a$ o1 F9 r5 s4 f" B5 DPerhaps they never will. |
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