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- J5 V2 w! d! x( J# ?) nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 K0 ?4 x6 n# N: W. q lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 o+ K$ J, B, r1 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ N; S# z* P$ C( j/ z$ s0 l2 H' U# v- Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 J. Q( u7 r+ C7 m1 a/ B9 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 J( |' f9 B2 W2 D- D1 j1 X+ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ N1 R0 \ }+ MHow you tried to set them free,
' E+ z4 a% g& `- M4 ]5 b" M) {% |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ^# C L( d1 v& ?) |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 W, l- N& l# s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ U9 L4 H5 W; e6 e" h, QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ c6 q( ?# j: X# FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ?: Y8 Z" U' H" x9 p
. T' ]% I5 E: m/ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* W: a% J% h( M4 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " u" F9 a- ]. z- v! ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, L/ a' E2 A1 h6 v7 x1 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 D" x. B$ E! K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. l* T" C6 G# N; x% K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * M% L- R6 m( {2 t# m. U3 M/ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% {1 a( k- ]8 c" GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, P" `5 q N" y" E4 y/ O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 q' K$ ^# h3 S0 s1 u* ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
: L4 o$ ]; U) z1 V0 d) o$ _' N2 lHow you tried to set them free,
1 ]4 Y: t8 c$ E9 |0 |They would not listen they're not listening still, " T/ }: r# }0 W* p
Perhaps they never will. |
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