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' Q! l+ `* K9 F4 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' W& c: A4 y2 p# _# _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ R: z- d* G, d2 Q$ P) S1 ~9 R$ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ]# q! _ T9 O, A5 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 @0 D( J; u% x7 X# ^- uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ E' F- N: w7 e( y4 iHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 e8 y- H$ q, [# A) ?
How you tried to set them free,
6 g. c* J0 r- uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 w' g4 U# G2 l; J9 _# n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( F: @% d8 M! u a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 X) i) J& O+ K3 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* S( S6 @+ D* cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* T/ i+ h6 s9 G, R& J. SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! p" t4 _4 h8 Q" B8 a2 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 f: O* F; A5 E. w2 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / O; t) S/ T! w6 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, " @% N: D! _3 F2 v) i) @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * Z; a) v9 N4 q3 e
. m) y! V0 f2 d0 Z% DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 u" q. j( B4 C+ \& k% d0 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% @' ~* c/ V: O- i; [) W( t2 T _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; D4 }1 L1 n6 W2 m/ U1 m/ ?5 @( n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c$ R9 s5 w5 U/ f
6 e9 M" O2 M8 [) d# XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 A- g# N3 Q5 R4 I! n
How you suffered for you sanity,. M5 x" r$ |- e* }$ p0 n
How you tried to set them free, ! X( S3 t# w* e8 _0 e; Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# P: B5 k W& T( w# A9 X+ aPerhaps they never will. |
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