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6 K$ y$ a: M* L. SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ o' K: N; A9 b4 P8 C* M5 }8 ^/ k7 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' a6 e3 H% o' t5 l0 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* H4 E8 n3 M! I% UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I1 o8 Z. k5 z" ^; n9 O. J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 o4 ^7 T! [) u4 ~( CHow you suffered for you sanity,
- `, c+ p, T$ y0 |4 p k4 R) _3 mHow you tried to set them free,
: o9 J" a& t% _& yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ s& G) {, p, z% B& e+ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' g! \0 v1 L: P! D2 D. g" d& h. ?; sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 f) g' y5 Z8 E/ z4 Y9 _) F& G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: e; f& K- D1 f5 g! B4 y: g3 p$ T; LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 V4 d: \* [: U/ w( G" aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 S3 b$ T2 E( WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% c- S$ ~4 N2 \- R9 K) y& r9 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 R3 }. K+ d$ C4 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 Z. e( l% E2 G9 H1 _) C: A* aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 n' g4 _+ y# |* ~* J4 y7 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , `3 k9 _! P6 F" F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & c! A: Q* z s: J& `. s! a5 u
. u( v" ?- v. R9 d h, NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + O- C- n+ T G& y* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
" H% Y5 H& \2 d* T7 c$ U- [9 rHow you tried to set them free,
. `3 n! i5 N6 i% p% z2 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, * z0 S3 {9 t+ e, B0 c. Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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