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/ a, S- g$ S# Z( y, d0 I: BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 E* W4 V: @1 c4 x1 J4 c! YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ]& b( w8 f4 V3 w0 L2 o! o4 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 p* v& j* }" U4 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! ]0 t9 I! y6 i rNow I understand what you tried to say to me, Y+ o4 V4 P+ @( i
How you suffered for you sanity, $ _: y6 n: U4 I# L) ~
How you tried to set them free,
1 M! I/ c+ {3 ]% O% L" D4 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# e: S8 }; s- j O% Z( B' ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ c* X5 w6 f' R$ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( b4 O+ w q4 H$ k" y" k! C; g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 a5 ~ A1 C- E. k$ J* r7 B5 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / _+ j1 u/ p5 X; k+ C1 Q
8 q$ ~* |" G8 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, g" h" m9 k. b$ c& b1 F4 x! P- tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " A5 a! I4 v5 A) j& `/ p3 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 Q5 B3 u$ K% l; X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 N) a5 x z8 B. _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" s/ K6 M. ~2 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 u, S; C( t( y1 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 i% D% b/ b8 N' v a4 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 I6 D) B. U m7 g3 w" w) \" c1 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 r( ^6 I& V+ C% Z: j X7 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& A; }& ^3 f' q0 W) s1 x- ?How you suffered for you sanity,/ e; C5 o2 l4 Y m
How you tried to set them free, " f% I# w/ |6 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 i& K$ Z! t9 b I% r! l! `9 qPerhaps they never will. |
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