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2 y* c$ N1 n) b+ lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 w4 y1 [. O- t% HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / p9 a& _$ Y' s4 p$ t+ `; |, r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ l A7 ~+ \* s' M' J0 e$ t: m/ i( t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . q+ S) a3 t) k* }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& c R& h) h6 T
How you suffered for you sanity, - z6 H# y# i+ I8 @
How you tried to set them free,
% k7 h, G7 j. ?3 h; L: L. HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) F; T9 P' a c+ y# u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) S- V. n' d$ z \# d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ a: k9 E/ |$ V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 }: V# `% |$ i2 @* U" D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 y# k g+ E0 J0 W8 n+ k: s0 C1 I7 ~
+ {+ R4 y3 J" M+ y _. n AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 i0 x4 E/ x# ^+ x. g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 c' a# q' H$ ?: l/ ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: v' ~ ?# U7 u' GBut I could have told you, Vincent, % }* A$ R9 V4 {/ ?5 l/ g- a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 S. m a" C0 ~: ~% a8 Z+ ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, \; O) d9 m5 v$ Y# OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( o5 f: R) a; L$ N' a* w8 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. B6 d; B g6 W" S8 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k& f2 z/ m( E; x+ p) c7 n0 b ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 m( p* l+ r, G4 L$ THow you suffered for you sanity,+ [! T" N% I' B3 u) \
How you tried to set them free, " p8 y: W; `- v% z% W4 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 C9 l" o2 |8 Y$ B6 bPerhaps they never will. |
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