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) [/ W( o2 N1 G5 Q: XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 A1 x; F* U8 _3 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * E0 f$ w: ~6 M" L7 f I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Z7 f& T; F) O+ u# U; M& I3 ?2 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 A. L7 ?# F; F; ]$ L0 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& B6 U3 {) a1 c% N, ^How you suffered for you sanity, ]. s# b3 A3 c6 Q
How you tried to set them free, % j! s8 C# A2 |# c i$ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, ]* x" D; H' u4 O; P7 w) GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, P" i: ~: C2 c) XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ k: T! ?; U; Q& E, f+ z0 `$ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ S- j7 U. d$ r0 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ o' E& [% h0 F& c6 Y& i* O; C0 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( G' |& O, T% p% v! Y' kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j2 t) I. Q/ A* KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ g' j' z. P: z6 S% w& x- yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 ] z8 R+ B; _& L3 V' G6 o$ R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! h2 z* B3 ^- i0 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # i+ U5 R1 h8 c! e. S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % z% e: b! k N+ f; Z2 I2 K7 \, i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : z- k& Z9 I. T6 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 {0 ]( f+ d0 ?* a0 a7 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; |: o$ X0 A' ?7 g* y* q# C
How you suffered for you sanity,6 G7 V+ y( ]# W% m X' p3 F
How you tried to set them free, ) o) _ [0 Q: x! c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 L5 X L: Y. u2 {8 ePerhaps they never will. |
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