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' P" E# }( z' f( Q5 s! cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 i4 F( e9 X# d. W F; F& F, X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 y2 K1 G2 u" \9 w2 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 x6 J( Y1 [; G/ ^7 X9 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. T8 M& ?1 `) t' s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 r+ E6 ^% S/ x/ y# a& cHow you suffered for you sanity, , C3 _) e& `0 S, }$ ]
How you tried to set them free,
- G! j, f( k3 }, a- EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Z6 B4 g X& x$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* B) p* g" `9 W2 U9 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) w, }0 J. X# XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Z' ^' `7 i, V( N% F# c6 w. WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; N2 l' m/ X* a# SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ^2 k3 F# s0 c, M( Y/ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 p& S6 z$ u8 F( R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 }. Y9 v$ F: N& @( b& N4 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 P) A1 L" s% p$ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 X7 N6 C, p; Z3 a/ W/ ` P Y
: k) x) D* D, f' J" I; kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ V! h- S5 D5 E" ^7 e' R6 ]) _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 A9 D0 p- x% {# \' ?& n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( B9 G( _4 x4 w S0 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- V6 V3 Y4 V; E' p6 V+ G: _6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - k$ X4 ?# c1 K5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,9 B3 K' Z: c: {. ^5 |7 Z
How you tried to set them free,
i# ?* M, I! d( Y4 S5 k( d2 K4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) Z* z4 D# g3 ~5 E1 N2 b2 J6 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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