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p. I2 i% A0 k2 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , N' ~) r- e" u2 j3 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ v8 G% z+ Z' }- ]" i- N5 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* r0 g8 P" t0 M( d) K; y6 L e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , `. L( {$ L. y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h5 t8 K1 u) \& w+ m# e B6 v9 JHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 U: d; Z" E+ r9 j! z& A( a0 w; F
How you tried to set them free, 4 l* B+ O3 r1 N6 T1 t+ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ h I9 }2 F9 r4 `6 b9 v# }3 ?9 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]6 m2 b) B4 K% O2 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ]5 ^- U7 E6 s; w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' O' W' j5 B5 O! P; b9 q4 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; [- o2 [" K( x) {$ q; z1 ]9 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) R8 K) l, J6 _( m6 B7 l' MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + |0 ]) \6 N V! Z+ s3 A' q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& h0 n' S3 { L+ b" w* h3 _But I could have told you, Vincent, - y( f$ x5 D1 D( E! f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) P- z3 w# h. U2 _" B/ S( CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 a; j/ A' L& D' z4 y& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 \* n8 g p' l K3 `/ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 v; h& I# N& y8 G0 J! i3 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, n$ `8 v: w& E( ^4 V, H# D& |7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,/ p. j% p; E. C: N! g
How you tried to set them free, + ?* z7 Q" K$ Z2 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, % U' R5 Y$ d6 l/ s
Perhaps they never will. |
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