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- O, O( U* M% X8 g0 v) p& ~: qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; S) v* J% L9 d% n; Z8 l: B! cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, v! \( Q* G3 y* Y( e- V2 r0 o HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( t+ ]# g3 t) X' @- BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 f" ^7 |; ^( iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 i% a* v) i/ P: w+ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
' o' Z- G2 \& g/ Z2 S7 o( }How you tried to set them free, 6 y+ l) k4 ?9 X' G6 }& U4 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 _& k2 C3 c! Z5 R X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Z+ T: W" H) J& i" YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 i4 B# H" m8 n6 D5 l; `. o$ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 [: _5 N: H7 O0 D& x8 J# z/ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 W2 h1 L) F4 ~" S* P* f
3 [( n0 X! I; ]& xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - d; L0 u5 a7 `# N: q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ E5 j6 r8 W. K" u# T* EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 H% D8 r) \9 Z8 X- PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 l& Y+ u$ S" n3 D2 i$ P, e$ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, Y# u) f- l4 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + {' V6 r2 Y0 v7 o% z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " K+ J5 p2 j! m k) W7 p* E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' h0 g3 |- S. F& N P( q1 sThe 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, - y' o& ~$ p& K, ~$ ^+ t; R9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
' A; b8 `- |; h1 F! c3 O0 ~How you tried to set them free, ! J- u( p( a3 z- B& X& ? I; E4 _: P
They would not listen they're not listening still, / z# l# J* `& i' x3 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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