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4 b, _- Y* r" H) KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ B; T" P4 Z: ^* p! [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! }3 z0 f) ^9 r- H- LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 X! ?* t6 ^5 t( W4 U8 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / W: u6 K5 G r9 @9 t& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
L# S8 K2 D$ v' W7 d* E4 W4 o+ LHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 p/ n$ O, z9 h$ A, I
How you tried to set them free, ' v: p$ a4 ?1 _5 G. @$ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, t' u# {$ T& R* W9 O! N6 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 _7 y4 L2 q1 l/ m6 C' w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ]$ v7 Z, R! \0 {' m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 f! @: C& G1 x6 ^6 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : G! x9 r' _, t
; u& ~8 d a2 n/ d* g. m0 p" CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( |% i7 P+ r2 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 {; ]3 q) ?7 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 q9 W! t9 q' ~" O1 T! D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 c S/ Z. A' u! T! WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) C2 i2 _; f3 r" q' r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 t: E5 A# f& Q7 G8 q4 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % [ u% x8 p1 |8 l0 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : s# L! e6 a; L0 s. j5 l' E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: o! T1 n8 M2 h& FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # `$ w4 {, x K) V" d9 S3 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
# a0 U* t1 c+ P* @How you tried to set them free,
' t! X) V2 H# ^% aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' u6 K( |1 R% a, ]9 TPerhaps they never will. |
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