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5 _5 ~( V, V% B j# H7 C' N, XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 k: Y$ X9 E l e- ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! _+ \5 s. z) W( d" g% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 G. U7 z4 k2 N: MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! _/ W- G& I# N) _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& M: E; j! L( H) S' c/ z% e3 v1 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
) A: q+ z0 A/ Z# @How you tried to set them free, : }2 e- N) c1 [0 z. r7 @- U9 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 u# e; s6 S6 E% V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( {+ ?: N* B( p5 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# [& r1 A/ |' L; {& oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 a0 i: ~. ]( {6 ^6 l+ U9 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, g9 H, ]& f1 ^6 [, R: P" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ w- o4 A! A6 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % O# n7 @2 r- \4 R/ S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" {* {1 r9 f7 k. } q, [1 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( u8 X1 m f$ Y, sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & `+ v/ y" B0 T5 `0 u" H8 ~9 E# i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, \- H* u6 O. ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 J* g7 k @5 V x3 n0 C+ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ h+ F) O! y4 m; mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & U9 l& z) ^7 F9 f5 s$ T' v; ?; b
+ x& Y. }8 g2 n8 K1 c: `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 X! p, m# ~0 L4 m6 g* THow you suffered for you sanity,/ |/ R" D! B7 S4 A
How you tried to set them free, ; h9 W# |+ C- K- ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, / N+ J7 Z# h W( D
Perhaps they never will. |
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