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$ T% R) x& P8 T0 R# o( v! _5 D, [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ A& q! R, {4 j y) V9 D- YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, c6 @; ~( ~/ I1 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 S" l0 s9 D0 Y" e1 d8 ~5 ~' U: H tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 d/ V3 |" F4 b ^0 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 E0 b6 U) A2 Z& v/ o+ HHow you suffered for you sanity, ! ^7 k4 ?* J! o
How you tried to set them free, 4 i, U# y2 N' T9 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Z- b6 y" j3 z* B+ t. X0 s1 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Q' [# C9 U% n8 I% d4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & U. b4 l9 o" k/ x- E3 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " u$ k" g( p; |. C9 `+ `' ~% @# F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 w/ |; W9 X+ R% l2 J# P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 e& B; J. \# B$ y) R% I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * q @: D1 c5 |( i% E4 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 C3 M9 H9 H- }# t- U. u0 R9 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # L+ J6 F1 I* C
& s2 K* [9 \; H+ tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ]' r. f9 C2 n" ?" y, a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ j' C, Y5 N$ y4 k3 j _" L* Z+ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 g8 E! f+ F3 I0 g9 e! r$ {! c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Q3 e8 N5 U# C; j+ T+ f! O3 ]4 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
C( ?0 m' K* GHow you suffered for you sanity,
& o5 ]1 x. S, \9 zHow you tried to set them free,
8 K: R9 ]# b0 U0 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: T- T/ i. }1 d3 i! N$ M mPerhaps they never will. |
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