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; f$ j# `: y# k" h# n6 `& ^3 M5 M3 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& c5 r( T) |! l2 n% P' aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* I3 J& ~1 [/ y( P1 i; b1 f+ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 l7 J( n0 P: J. W! N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! F% h0 G; f. H, x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& m0 P5 l+ W `4 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
\8 x5 L- o0 c" \& n- s' ~How you tried to set them free, 7 h W1 o+ t Z- N+ P& E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 O$ P3 _1 y$ W) x$ r9 {: l0 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , I6 _) n& B3 v" F2 R; b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ \9 ~: r, G& s( A* MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, n( _7 s$ i% [2 I$ _5 ^! P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - a: q$ t T6 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % J/ f- G0 T m% S# J2 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 {2 R: F- m" F" u! X5 w/ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ z" |4 z% r9 }2 B, I* K
But I could have told you, Vincent, # i8 K- G$ R2 t( D# R/ x0 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ?% \# d/ v# [( n- @" c! |2 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ E0 X( f0 M" Y0 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 \0 K8 o% i- S& V; B+ i9 P- O# f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L0 i0 v& T7 D& g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( N h+ c$ W S3 j9 Z, s: {* x9 b
- X7 Y5 u+ t3 }: u4 T$ JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : \" e2 `" a7 X2 V+ Q3 q
How you suffered for you sanity,6 _. f5 _0 {/ A' c, U
How you tried to set them free,
( R; Q j: { A$ c; X% r9 C/ UThey would not listen they're not listening still, d4 u7 o* a5 b1 l4 v: h& x
Perhaps they never will. |
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