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. `: |# u( [4 E+ G( e9 q& hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 W. r' ^4 O" L. Q# J8 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) } G( C* K! J! V3 L7 l! mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& r/ z. {& e5 S$ ~+ @+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Q& l2 J$ d5 E5 {: Y3 e# [3 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" \# e& {; N! Z2 I6 u# |5 ? wHow you suffered for you sanity, # J# p! ]6 U0 j2 v+ [
How you tried to set them free, 7 O* G% O% F0 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; l% M7 O9 P8 u \5 Y: b% y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 C. Q3 ]2 d9 Q" l4 A1 o8 j6 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E* B B8 b( |7 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c# m7 e# A; _( ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # q( i" v x6 z8 H* \( Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - \! `( U& s; r% R6 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . c( o. T# t: v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 t4 D2 U; |5 l: `1 F: a+ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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W+ s( p5 [8 A7 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ v' r* B& `. S5 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ^$ r. c' c% D+ T: f, v jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 {- C+ \. i$ B, ~' V! x: HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 j1 Q& W4 w" S' H1 y
$ B, c: Q) Z5 q6 m, LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # M' O) N2 I) c4 a9 ]9 T) }
How you suffered for you sanity,
- t; ], F/ `0 D& o$ yHow you tried to set them free, ! F7 Z, Z' R* Q- k+ z! a. D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" v' O9 l( @8 f+ k3 o$ `Perhaps they never will. |
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