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) b; k& |9 x# j' l( V, }+ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: A6 @; I* Z2 ?8 ]2 I* ], sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: n- o( g. m4 S0 A0 t# A3 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 i! g4 l N( I( R- Y7 W5 J* k6 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P9 h8 V, {: e! H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% G8 z# E2 X& N, \; g- W
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 U ]' i8 j: K1 U- O# d
How you tried to set them free, 1 {& w& f* `5 y8 o& G$ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" i0 _- h# O8 ]7 {3 b% YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, r1 X+ _7 t* }& D' R3 ^' U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : G# i" U2 Q% R3 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , u7 {1 l* |5 g/ ^0 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 h" y2 |4 g5 G9 y8 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , i/ J; v, d8 ` y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 u% K, o# j1 `: o2 N$ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 f, e9 T/ ~: ^# x1 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ @0 N- E2 E9 H$ ^3 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ]* w( v! O7 W3 q
# Q2 z# _' A0 J0 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 l# F. q- v# I. G- j: [# ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* X. W( l' i: v9 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I/ _) Y* Z, e- x+ d: E6 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 \, b3 m- D5 J; D3 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / }1 l! s) q3 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Z/ I- Q% k$ E6 k9 pHow you tried to set them free,
* w# m* f$ g( BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) K0 w" k( }4 T4 x# ZPerhaps they never will. |
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