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, q/ c1 ]$ W2 W8 U, lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! C! l( v# B! W& K4 F; i) {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! e7 |0 @1 y3 `8 J: e$ V. a6 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 X% @" B& k, Y! BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 D5 h, m+ b& V' {% ~: i& I7 t6 h6 x$ |9 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 j, S% ?* F' ?# z% X+ ^; hHow you suffered for you sanity,
# H \, e3 }' K0 ]( C1 P6 j: T. OHow you tried to set them free, " q! b9 p7 n t4 w, X" V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ y( Y% P6 C! H. U+ @& wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , p# N) M1 P, Y# r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % c1 R, j! |2 X2 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 @% K" u, b; ?$ s' U( H; Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. g; F% D7 k6 z" H. H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 y! V9 \7 i! C% [, x9 c) JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& p8 V) r# X' s% ~! J" X7 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, + s# {3 d( c9 O W7 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! c1 l+ d v n' D5 |/ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; e1 P/ M4 y2 k/ U/ P; t+ j9 i
, @8 S2 X" N# y: bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 J% q, N8 M" S7 I6 N& d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" L0 E; z0 b: p0 @* bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( i: K$ h) A0 |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,
8 A+ r4 g& O8 Y. l7 q! n1 U1 ?How you suffered for you sanity,8 R' X# V5 m" F1 m2 T' @
How you tried to set them free, ! W0 y, O `3 h. b, S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 V5 I) m6 E$ o3 T! J* f$ o% X0 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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