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2 _7 E) N$ S9 f3 t0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d" `& U7 d* K' z# l* XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, g( S( W+ Y% E( d+ a% L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 L/ {' D, }, z* s( ^' q6 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. e6 B! @+ G6 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' W4 I$ p# X- Z) G7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, , x, o, s0 g# E' w& R7 Z
How you tried to set them free, - @2 I5 O9 H: m' s T+ y, U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 L; I! Y$ q9 e( }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B+ v% d& X4 G7 P! q# JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d" n/ Q8 E' p. B. s( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % k1 j4 J6 S3 c, W6 {+ p+ W8 [
Weathered 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,
& C9 s% M$ { ~: f; yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: U; Q4 P Z3 n/ p6 N4 w: AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" _* H7 Y& P/ I; Y7 z- zBut I could have told you, Vincent, & W9 P3 c4 P* [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s1 \- C9 i8 l/ V: l8 t- cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" n1 r1 ~# q" Z8 Q! c, BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w" E( y2 y6 I5 E' S0 h7 Q! e- JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ^$ f2 ^& O' c' E ~1 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
- u1 F4 |* R3 h0 C2 x- R1 C* [/ h" nHow you tried to set them free, # g& G8 l* u/ q6 O# ?* F/ E2 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, c: ~0 |4 f# y0 l& r
Perhaps they never will. |
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