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/ E' d; f% J4 a: H8 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" p M; Q; R* YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; y% l" r& `8 A) A! ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% d: A: \! K; M+ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ^% [8 m/ S3 r% t6 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; @' X( ?% y0 J. D2 ^2 d
How you suffered for you sanity, . U! U$ @3 d0 `4 R* L6 Y
How you tried to set them free,
; |: @; N+ @6 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, y& p' q- r3 `' d3 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
n# e7 n: X2 D/ U- X; FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + c6 C) ?+ T) A3 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ~- k( x5 y: m. i- T5 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; b. Y( O" A, w& PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 ]4 s. `: J$ e* L: uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) E8 x, T: K" T5 ~6 x/ J) G B7 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + ^, t5 T8 ?! e2 u0 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Y# _- M |+ V! C# ?% IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * `9 E W- G. ]3 n1 z! T
5 U7 e; \# y- V$ O7 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, {- c# c/ _$ g3 S: aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % d" Z1 {2 J- V2 D) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 e3 m( y) s! G& c: X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; z' u: v2 s/ t( r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 _9 q2 c$ d) D. X' z, iHow you suffered for you sanity,
- a% M' Z2 \# E# w' g$ ]! RHow you tried to set them free,
6 A3 }- P5 H% H- IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 V: i3 Q ], q: S2 PPerhaps they never will. |
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