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# B! W# V: D" [. U% TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- O# j) c' F" r; S0 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 i) @; k6 W) i7 D Z n$ q! jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ~# B1 i5 i0 G5 ^( g% uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. J k- d. e6 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 P, _: j8 G3 W) ]How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ^) W0 n7 B# |5 z
How you tried to set them free,
' u4 M! {: M% E# D' z3 A) q0 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & {7 Z, J1 ]7 y% T/ }0 |) W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Y) B, F9 G4 M* ^. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " c6 L8 k+ _, b. f$ U e) f+ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , i. U* O/ ~0 z2 x9 U* k$ _
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,
7 d! C+ v& M, vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( H. ]; j+ J0 c4 F' `& ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & S- H, S( n; K! |% I% T. O1 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ?8 S# r1 O A& CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; C, u0 J3 H V' ^ o% z: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 V! W1 b) d# P1 k+ s5 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , s4 E) E" j# s/ U' \; m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 L, P" x' Y# @' H% K/ P
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,
! @2 m0 Q5 `4 i+ z& q# mHow you suffered for you sanity,: h, g8 W h4 O, `2 e4 ~; ]2 G" D. u
How you tried to set them free,
) _3 I. {+ y4 @8 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, , L _3 B5 Z6 \3 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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