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% I5 _# V: J+ bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; m! R; K- n/ K" cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 s8 a& d9 s; A3 I, A/ ^& dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 a5 A b+ w! s% U9 k/ \9 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) K# `6 J- C( E4 A9 }$ Z/ x7 @# {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 Y# R& Q. j9 ^4 v- `- PHow you suffered for you sanity,
( s @; H9 }/ n" _( O: PHow you tried to set them free, : A; |, h' n$ \! s8 x6 p- D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* E( j/ R: T. Y, O% U) Z( y# GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O% ]8 r! s( f' B, XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : C' O+ d5 y9 p4 c; x X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. H6 n; F1 K) E, iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& n) ^! F D- c4 s1 z' [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ h- x" a+ D3 c: R! F/ R' I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! A& e2 f6 | ^, A) MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# J5 ?5 z! T9 S cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 K8 ^2 |0 o! W) ^! d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / C. \; t6 Z. X) x& L" x
( g U0 J W9 }! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ^* P1 L# P+ D/ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) A2 Y: ^8 h- S, c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 w# [' r. j1 e4 l4 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 @7 n- N4 v4 l0 B! fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 ]& ?$ K' ]3 V! r
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 {/ s# M: `7 n% H* b* z- @& _8 EHow you tried to set them free, ' Y' ]# j1 C+ B {* J( i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# S# X4 J6 a7 VPerhaps they never will. |
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