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8 W, m5 S. L! t7 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H* d' e( y, Y b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - E5 h7 b$ R- ^, {" R$ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" s, {; K$ N5 c* |# eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( X7 k& i- r% W9 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 U! Z. {0 e. P7 B; YHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 S" R" P9 N: I# ~ A0 a
How you tried to set them free, ) r6 O* b& Z( L3 F0 w3 e0 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M1 @6 q9 Q" N4 c3 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 F! a9 F2 q) W+ j) VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! I. I( D! L9 @3 K- ^" b/ m2 V6 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 D, }0 r3 h" h! ^; Z! UWeathered 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,
# F m' M0 o5 s4 r9 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 \* E7 V6 p( u# \7 G: s( |, p! @" l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( l( c s9 J4 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ~/ T" q2 g8 Y6 }* _# }- O6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) J& \) I+ J5 T8 m! \, v0 F7 n: h; DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ~. i6 [7 _2 d' @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! A; \# |. i' ~; _+ D1 a0 K! Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; l2 O4 f4 P2 M7 ?- ^% f* a* x/ I8 Y& g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! }/ r1 j) @; x5 _/ l% p
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 h% O6 R! r" f" h& A1 UHow you tried to set them free, 8 B3 w8 K/ }3 x; R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' P3 V+ v/ k# E" t1 q$ q2 h4 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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