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0 g. z4 z; _( S& S) A1 JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # {, d, u7 C& m% @, @) Q5 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- W+ P2 q' w7 g/ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 f! n- S. f% j' W# f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 C+ ?4 v. @/ l: UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 y* K' S- }) ~3 ]: d* v3 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
# V1 B( \. s9 G y7 F/ OHow you tried to set them free,
, F) q# ^( k' i" DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / I8 y/ y5 N( m& r8 v! W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , x. g8 J; j! D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ C, Y4 \( s) {2 W% nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 w( e6 u B' A
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, 3 F; U$ J; K2 a" ] o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 m8 P. w( U8 _7 X# hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 S# J' j$ e f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ?6 C. Q/ Z+ o7 F. y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# K) _! A" s" K5 m% A3 K5 |3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 v3 P3 m; C3 e" T, MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 `6 \! u, c. e! r2 ^5 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) p) c! b& k. ^ s: Q$ Y: ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. z2 s1 F: ^3 y/ v% z7 X
: K5 o) A$ e7 Z$ u. kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! E$ |" I- l7 |& W& H5 E5 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
. L3 U; j0 e7 W* ^, I* ]How you tried to set them free, 0 X, n5 Y H) ]' l+ d4 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% F2 {/ b+ k2 R9 g* \Perhaps they never will. |
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