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, S. E( @. p5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. W+ M. _' B& d7 u( ?9 l3 Z6 o. ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 N! p7 f1 h* ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y( y2 F% [2 c* U2 L8 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P" }; |4 v l/ h' d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 n Z+ z7 P6 T6 X/ h k2 t$ ?How you suffered for you sanity, 6 \! }0 }3 Y8 u3 Z/ E0 N& E
How you tried to set them free, * U! G5 E, f" a+ V/ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ e3 w( c) @0 H& E$ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 I- G* A) ^1 J0 S4 M* M* w8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 S5 B3 g5 _( u: X) }6 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( g9 u0 ?' _' ~9 r; G, A& U& f! IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) i8 d* _+ l+ H K1 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 h3 S! s( [2 L2 |; f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- G) b& C) N- o* M- UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f7 n& A- ]' ]# M$ `( o& ^& a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" \3 I! ^4 Y1 ?% G" cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 N! B) P+ g) @. ^' c
6 F$ M9 N4 u, P5 }0 w9 p' |1 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 V: Z7 l) B, t9 U$ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# x, Z$ l- D2 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Y- _8 L2 i' v7 _$ n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' F5 g9 w+ V$ G3 ~/ y, W# Y
/ @9 |* |3 H: H; zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" f; I: u+ H9 D6 \/ _How you suffered for you sanity,0 r$ I, N6 f1 @3 b( |
How you tried to set them free,
* M) i' j4 z5 }% |4 R' `They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 E' G# {9 G# O2 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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