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9 P+ O1 |9 g( HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 v3 y7 j0 f, T d) o9 v' W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 s% m' D* O/ A0 ^2 |/ eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 k' V- G! E' i% O% X: s8 j. e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 D+ ^- _7 ^6 I: d$ D. y7 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 S6 B7 b2 F8 z# N/ B" X) l7 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
}, o# S) f1 zHow you tried to set them free,
' r c7 `8 x8 I; q# e/ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v4 X4 B* h* T: T5 f4 D2 [9 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 d' I1 P: D& E- v4 D: ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 J% B$ i/ K9 \$ d w' kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
D: }2 }" M/ A& C9 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ~! C( p- z! ]! i3 w! d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
}, s; _5 w2 T! w9 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 `) l6 K, Y# @9 h$ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m' G! D6 p, {# f6 } J$ x5 n) YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, Q+ V2 J; n, {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. p4 v- g- H: |* j7 P7 [. V/ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 a! _* R1 v# Y! x* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 s* Z3 P3 T) lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; @) B$ f( U1 H" F* P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 t5 c3 W( J m/ _) }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e7 J) V5 ?/ Y" Z2 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 F2 R! R) l; fHow you tried to set them free, 8 t2 D) B) R* U; \% p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 x; Y4 q- |- R# D% M* s
Perhaps they never will. |
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