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, l% f+ X" x1 b7 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 Z$ [3 l3 ~9 h2 h' s* y) F2 ~. ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 X$ A" p% W) `7 G+ i% z- W4 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! t# a; b* B; ~ J% D4 q, HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 K* u+ b, i% f8 [# J; U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- C1 V; J8 s" h( a6 v9 C
How you suffered for you sanity, / ?0 V$ K% X' k) y( F
How you tried to set them free, 4 W3 Z# B+ f8 L# V$ [0 d4 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R1 {) w* z- H' z5 ^+ Z6 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 C# k6 _( j& U3 ]0 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 G9 B8 {7 \0 L- H7 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & G1 @" k& a8 h- g- ]& j. g$ P# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ~4 l$ d* Q) @% A0 p$ ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 s# o" @4 m2 g6 T) S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# d5 r* [: v1 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / y, C! U8 U" N9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, - Z0 d8 V# b7 g' u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ^2 m" x9 A( U6 ^. l0 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: G! |* @- @- t# i4 J4 m' ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 a, ~5 I; g; b$ }: ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 v. g5 d' m1 T3 r }1 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % E/ v/ W5 ` q, v5 n1 c: S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |* I5 C! I Z. M9 p5 ^) g. e
How you suffered for you sanity,
( x) B- ~' l4 v! `8 ^How you tried to set them free,
% G6 f6 f$ O t6 r) UThey would not listen they're not listening still, " _0 e& h- V, h+ r" o& d3 Y% l8 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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