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! `: s4 s8 x' ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& |+ W7 [5 W$ H! _6 Y* dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ t4 U( m5 N: L3 x" w! aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. r7 d8 ~1 M1 q1 f& y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % R* v$ \) |1 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- h2 k9 S* ^0 L P5 i& E
How you suffered for you sanity,
( W, Y, r9 v. S9 ^- \How you tried to set them free,
+ @& @) ^. d# p TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! h; I. V6 c( b' ?# A3 q7 P: l* m- N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 D! U8 g0 T9 w9 S3 ^& aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% K1 i# n# u. `) w% \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 v7 _7 Y9 @* e& G$ I0 f- VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; m1 T( O. @; A* @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 Q: x, a- ?! w: j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% S; L% G i1 \4 D) i, L: x4 k2 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' J/ D6 p+ w7 ?, k8 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, & } z4 ~# o2 N Y R4 n1 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: ^4 P1 J2 f% g5 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # f3 }: q8 z$ s* w: p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % J7 u# ?% W2 b/ L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( @1 k4 @1 b9 V" e/ S1 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # \+ ~9 a5 h H* H4 Z, V; u
( H. w& O* C$ F4 t* @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' L) o& }: s/ l0 K% j1 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,' w( r/ n) c8 p) S O, C7 T: q
How you tried to set them free, : U# D; i. P% ^& y( n3 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, # @/ [7 A4 R8 r. c0 \ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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