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/ M: `. J- h/ `4 J- ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 F/ Y7 i- }! ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * b& d4 S* ^, q% w) B& b! b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 T2 `7 M: v3 U0 |! O5 c+ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % {1 E" p4 u) I. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 W3 n+ ?4 Z! a) D
How you suffered for you sanity, - I' o2 [! z* W" O# Q0 a
How you tried to set them free, 9 W) a+ _1 q) Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( A/ ^1 f; Z, k% @5 `3 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! S o- V1 V/ {. p& ]! SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 m, [1 t- z' I4 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " }1 j0 P2 j) H6 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / P) k- @, ?# ^( ^; c" p& T+ s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( a$ R( l* Y: K3 e G$ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. U2 L. y A( B$ Z2 W+ u- AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 H8 j; O, J, S% w/ O9 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; N7 _% L* t; C. ~7 ]- ^' _! MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % A4 e- Z0 \ \5 z# y
) q7 V8 S: C$ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 r! e# S3 a! v/ P$ D( n! o; ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 k" A7 ]$ H; T' H$ e5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. i2 t0 `0 [" A) b7 e( gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 D" E7 S: J: V1 D: x2 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) j# h+ v' M0 k! d; {
How you suffered for you sanity,0 M) L" `* i! b
How you tried to set them free, . l) q. @$ I7 }" L8 a3 O6 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, " D7 X9 [$ v7 [: t6 M$ L# L
Perhaps they never will. |
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