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! n7 P; p. |; u: WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) ^/ h$ g: T( h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 n8 y8 w% g5 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; B" a( a! ]8 D/ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + t) `* m+ X7 F1 h" }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 G @" }3 U' {" w6 G
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 T1 t8 J7 K) C
How you tried to set them free, . O1 |: l4 P" ]" }: Q# p" v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( s" T, ~# x9 g% c& t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" |/ @; Y! u. GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- H$ T# @9 `; Z2 l7 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ e. h* H3 X; ^/ D/ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + G; A7 t4 u' W4 M
% O% I" Q* f- u# h4 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: T5 O$ k- I. G) W9 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 w: H6 ]. i0 r% p! w0 P0 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 n% j& }: y& _; }5 P) `/ V- B6 K) EBut I could have told you, Vincent, , `. r% X0 ~. {* Y$ W- @8 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( @$ z: K% N+ R% s2 Z7 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( J. E! C" V# ^1 W, l1 H4 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% |% L9 d0 P( }/ L$ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 L' v7 V3 W1 J+ r+ g; ]; g% q
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, " N. Z! x" |8 y# d
How you suffered for you sanity,& K& M; |6 v% b9 ?/ ?% `
How you tried to set them free, # O5 I1 A" Q( W- [9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: h- h6 g* d( |/ ~) `7 r/ G* Y! d' QPerhaps they never will. |
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