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1 k4 B( x! C! u" \) b6 Z- q7 j5 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& m- A8 w- i4 M' ~' p5 }% lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 `( R6 a! @, J. B" c3 Q& XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ S$ B |; O$ V! y$ X2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. i7 ]8 V- E3 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 {" o- M5 x" H# [2 \+ t$ e
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 h7 |3 F4 u, [& ~( d
How you tried to set them free,
, n/ w) j0 `( R2 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 r, `( H' U9 i1 O1 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! q: ^' P9 R/ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 n7 ~1 ?4 j" B |( C9 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ t0 y' B- B+ P& d& u9 Z7 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / s# G# |+ ?! h, v$ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 I" N! H2 a; [5 I1 Y1 l# DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( t2 E5 e: H) R" N$ {But I could have told you, Vincent, q* r6 i: M/ K: F4 J" X% [ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! q, T% k7 ^7 Q. S
/ o2 c7 N4 Y. ^4 m8 l( w. a+ a IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 y$ k2 Y% ~. J5 R) g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 |0 `- ?* L7 S2 b- h- PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 N0 e- Q6 ^# |. bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ |* Z# n B' T" |' B6 s" ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- I/ b/ c4 _+ y: O# d$ gHow you suffered for you sanity," k C, G) ?$ c! E% ~
How you tried to set them free, 7 l9 N O+ H) }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 \# n. H. M/ T4 @Perhaps they never will. |
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