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+ q8 U( r" l7 I( t2 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 M# V4 h* C$ X7 z1 N, H: r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 k$ ^/ w5 m0 R: ~& Y5 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* |1 W4 U+ a' z2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 a' G$ d, F1 B5 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Y0 A& F0 J% u" s( ~4 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
" b9 G- ?: C/ vHow you tried to set them free, 3 Z5 y' w( Z: X5 m3 P/ _/ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 q' H4 E, {* ~+ E& AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ y" G. K; t; N2 M% g, ]. L, _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / I: ]+ `( |& l/ Y: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q5 K- A' ^( d" D# J; e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 q: {1 n. Z0 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( z8 H+ f$ X/ m' e9 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ]: g9 ~$ m. f* w- gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 S7 y; ^4 I0 z- o7 m; A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h/ e# |1 ^; A J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( @ {4 q- g% n$ k9 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# O3 b2 ?# G' K" C0 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Z/ S9 [- b# | X6 @8 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 w* b) N1 v. Z/ l+ @% n: NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 Q0 W, _ d0 S! D# c/ B
; x. h; n# C. Z* ~: t0 j8 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- h6 R' w A# t( _, n( v* C% E! T: kHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 t z& v$ Y; I. gHow you tried to set them free,
6 E1 }7 s3 |" I& p& x' g0 SThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 u, Z1 t. M y/ _ x
Perhaps they never will. |
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