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+ h1 H) z! g$ A( {* @3 V7 C# cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. y3 I: O5 d& f1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 D9 ^. u" `* t! b; v- G1 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& [: h% }% d" E2 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ X# X# `5 [" p: [; {9 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 y R0 }! w4 M% P: h0 L6 ] @) q$ {
How you suffered for you sanity, # a6 P& a- w3 Y/ M5 }1 j+ S
How you tried to set them free,
3 j* ~* N" J/ I- \ F! g. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 D8 a9 Z! n# b( i0 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! [/ A8 \3 G/ F, |0 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Z5 I8 ^$ p0 j, J* FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R) U9 E+ y( J! |5 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 Y j, j+ X( x$ [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Z/ q5 t7 @9 [0 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! }6 s8 E# c- \You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! A3 v6 d; T& }) w* H$ w' _, H7 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 b6 A# S B5 n+ K! K; Y! ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ R5 W# Q1 [. F1 s
$ E* U4 l' n$ m! q1 t7 L- cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_" m- c; [6 N) J z( w! @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# s3 Z. t2 G/ U- y2 |0 g$ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) L2 P/ h `( b0 O* A$ G. cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . x+ U6 I) t* c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ W( e, |, Y MHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ M- l8 D8 t% f c, iHow you tried to set them free, * |! w1 W3 ~: K: e; `; S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 F1 D/ [& n% o$ R# O1 @- q+ tPerhaps they never will. |
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