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" t& @1 t; Z0 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- s8 u0 c* M2 a5 |2 p0 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 @* T, [ Z# m! SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# j! C6 ?- T, B1 y# o+ Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 b7 E/ R; k( VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; i. ]. ~. _" X+ l6 G& EHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 E3 I4 I8 r/ \+ t" u2 W* w
How you tried to set them free,
) F+ R' I2 B2 a" Q* pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ g9 { O7 i. \9 G! m$ ?2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 E0 B( b) A0 E! O9 V- ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 x v: v+ @/ O8 u7 V0 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 R: v+ f' P- F: z% y- S3 V9 z3 y4 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & s8 L: b& q; g) ^0 p+ U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . D$ w E6 i; }% N& F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 K4 ^; M3 T! n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - O4 k4 |$ ]! X B; S9 g g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; w( P, }& j# E6 j, @; I9 A, EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 F( x L! e! F; H! Q
4 Q4 ^, r l; r' D! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 @. R e$ S) `5 R0 C% J c2 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 V& G& B5 k" q* d1 a: aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ]+ J$ f$ g' r; s+ ZThe 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,
3 D* a* R, e/ X& U q' v# j2 _How you suffered for you sanity,% }" ]4 A3 a1 p/ ]9 {' f
How you tried to set them free, 8 L' Y$ M4 V! l4 ~! \
They would not listen they're not listening still, " A" ^5 f) ?1 ^5 L5 |0 Z. ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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