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' h& L2 H% l, o. l1 I$ e& _6 _, NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& D% ^ N. v6 x$ @" @5 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
V! A! I6 {2 \, K# fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ y& t6 \* @: vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( w2 W+ m- k. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 E: P( ?8 V: T- }How you suffered for you sanity, @0 f% d- [/ G0 A
How you tried to set them free, . u/ T% ]: f/ m9 j& J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 a9 Y( A2 L2 m7 V8 j3 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) U# Z5 \% V( h) i3 v6 ]0 d% KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# w' H8 I8 }! \( A% }/ z; t' i3 V4 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / V* D& O/ ~ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! S2 P. q' _: }* L
7 R! G) K1 t3 Y# d5 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- j) B2 j) a% g2 W; `' N9 }+ j% AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 W. p4 Q; ?& y9 a# ^1 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * O. p$ p" ]: `4 M) q/ o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 F+ {) o% W5 t: n0 k4 E7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# \9 w5 \7 u# O/ S- @# o# TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! L$ ~2 {" ~) _% a; b) m* P1 ~9 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 U& p* g# p7 S6 l7 e- lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t! U( ]; b2 z7 x& aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 l8 K" H+ y2 f% S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& S Q2 k/ _5 |2 b- M1 A- X) CHow you suffered for you sanity,( i+ K! E# y" \7 A) l7 m1 V
How you tried to set them free, ' x, Y# m0 g2 c5 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 r$ W& F1 a3 n; fPerhaps they never will. |
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