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; q3 w1 }; H5 y( Q0 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! I7 f; F& @. |( qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' S- d: J8 I, p# P0 K2 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 B% T! J* A+ W" UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" m% Y! L; v2 n( X0 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ I2 F% c% U9 p ^0 {How you suffered for you sanity, ; ~. k4 J+ z: _4 g' T3 h0 t7 F
How you tried to set them free,
9 B3 a) i) n2 w7 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; B) s5 e% W) _" b( M' |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 n3 F, V" |. JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) _1 f0 T/ C( i: N6 }6 q5 d% c! P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : {; D/ _5 J+ W) y: o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 b8 w A9 i3 g7 V; R* H
' Y" {0 \4 C! K# C& T% VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 t( I. w9 A* e8 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 U& L, D. l' ?- s; y; d# L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% c' Z d0 @% ]4 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) y O( X+ J5 h# {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, y% M. ]4 f0 u( E8 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 c" _. ^. X, i$ K! m9 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 N \& ?4 M1 u" W E& wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 b# Z5 [7 c1 T! O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ l; c5 v2 I( r2 X$ ~. Y3 i
4 k) R& F4 W# Z- q+ lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ M* q2 q* I; U
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 f/ t1 g9 _1 O% Q" ] s$ iHow you tried to set them free,
! S/ e2 {% V+ kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ _+ s3 M- }4 M/ H; E, ^; _$ kPerhaps they never will. |
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