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; c' X: l0 t# Q. ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# Y$ |& i6 Y1 d2 j6 I/ }' aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 c# T* v, _, k2 h5 |3 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O* @. Y* |+ _6 q' _* a; ?! q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 t3 H! m' h1 L. D. u0 h& F; N7 [9 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 j y+ j4 D3 o8 u6 ?: YHow you suffered for you sanity,
" J, L% }; _ u. G8 b. THow you tried to set them free,
: Z7 I; Z; p4 T; b& M2 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : _% m# e2 Y: P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 v+ i) b: k4 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ d4 T. i3 Z7 {( a" [3 O6 L4 P, N4 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . n8 x0 B8 W0 u; J9 p! f+ [: R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 j, m1 z, J' |" _; R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % u. e- K- }' {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 k9 n5 F4 I( K/ J4 l1 M) V; s& f! \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 \& Q9 Z" Z( Z4 Q+ M) Q3 o8 D" L! ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 l& N. T9 d0 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . x; y, S) K' I: W; c/ d" y
9 X5 s/ ]8 R) o. y6 W t% A' rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) \- V9 `& u; Q' e& u" ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" Q a5 b' ` k, p/ ~) M+ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; j S" o& j9 X* k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 q1 X. y. A* Z8 \! ?; Z; k8 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F5 G) W, Q7 _$ p2 F! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 @, H4 r% _" R z3 E9 M; l3 \How you tried to set them free,
6 B5 N5 u- l* I8 \# _& LThey would not listen they're not listening still, . C2 E4 ^0 q# V! P1 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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