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, f0 X. T! D" @8 e& XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& b$ G5 V6 k5 Q9 l: D1 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + w- a$ z& z; h Z) c1 P4 L8 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: u2 m% V" t( n' g: h* `; tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + E9 C! u3 M/ }$ |+ e' n; I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& W1 Z' V2 E& C3 Y) n% THow you suffered for you sanity, ! r8 ~. i& a/ C% r. w/ d2 o W
How you tried to set them free, $ n k3 m0 d6 H4 |: p6 u* L T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& Y! F( ~( M' ?- IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 U$ W5 j+ o R% a8 [* P" d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ~5 B$ p1 j- }- q8 O9 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : T- U& G9 E$ b& a8 k$ f; t# Q8 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ \& L' v$ n W, v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; C# O: S; \& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- U8 G8 j% j" B; v* i Z1 Z) g- L& iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ m# `+ P7 R: S; g F. TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; y& l9 g3 B' J: u$ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! E: O8 v5 V7 e4 m0 S2 E& e1 L* r- ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 [( S% [& v0 N3 p3 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , b. B" e) s" `% [8 O1 X3 u+ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 P9 J, `6 k5 _) A2 r8 k
5 T: A. w, `$ R# b( fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 D; W9 _ Y, \. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
- c0 `" a. c5 B5 ^How you tried to set them free, % j' q$ s, C2 w# l- ~/ f, c) X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; J! [- X' O2 `7 ]2 E# m
Perhaps they never will. |
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