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/ J- N" Q* A. x6 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + c9 l) P- c8 j& U- k$ N) K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ]/ ?. C: Y% X- c4 m3 s" ^- J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 N1 o8 F, w% B+ B5 P$ G: G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. C% e8 g5 l& WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 P. z6 o$ J/ U9 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 E% |, J* Z9 P6 z& S5 x# K% E
How you tried to set them free,
" m7 @& i+ \0 X+ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 E/ Y% y; f# L0 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 N$ X' b, P% _( `; }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- R5 @, s) {/ M; ?7 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 P' e* m4 l- j! u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 v; v6 ^6 V/ T+ ^7 l; k
1 n. E% Y9 z- b+ y$ l' l ?8 M/ w8 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' B8 f+ h. }. G5 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 A7 E" l0 `' O: L' }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
b* x' R8 k/ h5 G* BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 O- Z* H. B$ l/ ]7 o. S# y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 ? I* N; A( r3 e" u+ kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 |' _8 |3 P6 ? ~5 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ?4 I/ V3 ^% M* }9 A$ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 l/ \( w! P! A/ Q$ p3 e
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, 1 U2 F2 i$ A& t: q, d' t5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
( N# u8 }5 A" J: JHow you tried to set them free,
, w( S1 e2 f5 w8 FThey would not listen they're not listening still, - Z* Z; f, v3 F( {2 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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