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8 B( D M( J* |) g, r; d' @9 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # M! @. P. L/ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 g& B/ l" \6 F% l: h$ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- P7 x/ o/ U' k' \6 A7 w! U% a7 G% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 H) K- {3 {4 K i. U' k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. J% m$ w$ J8 }: t6 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 r7 p: z) B: p) ?3 z$ ~How you tried to set them free,
# s W4 k2 h- O6 t, C7 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % s2 \! d( L6 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) A+ n/ f. d2 h" j, Q0 a# s" x. ~# ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 r' q) |. d- g ]1 M% L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % s' T; h2 v& r" l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 y+ w# \8 K0 s6 J
2 g# ]8 C3 W. X# }7 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ]( b4 k" r" l7 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, U6 V' g1 K! r' C i$ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 U" b( ?5 W0 b' I( s* hBut I could have told you, Vincent, / q/ s n% ~$ V/ C; N$ E, w3 {" T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 a8 y& u, P1 L: s! kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , V, l( r, q) m) E7 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 t* q! K2 Q( |9 ?* r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ c* F7 o: X- o3 a& {0 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |5 e8 _* S) _( q- k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! I8 ?: N0 ]2 h( e- C
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 I. B# x5 F. ~ V5 ~, X6 d6 ], KHow you tried to set them free, % b4 R: w4 Y1 p: M" j5 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 C! u7 W0 |9 ^+ b0 [6 _4 z- qPerhaps they never will. |
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