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, r6 W* z' R) A Z0 R- b4 p9 R( ]' oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ^$ X+ h h2 I9 T1 N# ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 x1 x m; I/ A; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 T4 m7 y6 `- b0 S5 T6 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 i3 \2 F }. {7 j/ c. E4 o" HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Z( ^- x8 @3 k+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 [4 j* ~9 _ O: _: DHow you tried to set them free,
/ j8 b, B; Z+ J9 d# d& }5 R1 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 N# h8 @% ]2 K: s- JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* x6 M- ]3 u( l; ~- F- |0 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 i; g( Z [& W. y! p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ n. G* ]4 @4 x( o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 t0 T5 z8 s& W" C4 M/ |' S1 X1 r) S
1 G6 c m' F. ?/ x! S( j( B- W; S, h* BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! v4 s$ u8 Y5 k$ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & W2 L8 {; W, j7 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 E9 ^+ t2 i s% x! P' X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ b: @0 d: S. R: |. [. u2 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h* w+ n' x: Q5 F+ l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! D" a+ |3 P) q1 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ?6 c" T }. |0 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& a- Q; s$ k1 D& D! }) o* rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ?4 ?8 |6 T. d" `* i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . W. ?/ \$ z! c2 R K7 l& U
How you suffered for you sanity,- [* W* C! |/ L* E" m! [
How you tried to set them free, + @- n! {+ Z. X; L/ _& a. B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" \5 M: M1 C, {3 lPerhaps they never will. |
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