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$ U) t8 f! K, h( dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: c) ~ G# }% K& B& ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Y" E4 n5 o- } Z; k2 d, k$ NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, c4 @3 ~! U9 n& D" B1 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 T" Q s9 K9 P( V- ?6 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 R5 d6 c6 s0 O }5 T$ AHow you suffered for you sanity, + M5 A& w! W3 u- S" A7 ~/ d
How you tried to set them free, # C* ?; k* r; j/ f$ W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 A' p- x" f) M8 t: y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; \3 i' x- H7 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 u$ Q. u: C7 I: w. f' W, J1 Z0 n& YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ S: r4 l1 X. V2 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 r' ~2 M1 X* tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . W/ l( w9 R8 B) E* `' C1 ]1 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r1 a; \% _# j2 i! m1 a5 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, & Z4 c9 `$ G% j; p3 E# N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- k# J% B$ V0 S* s1 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! |( w' T1 P# D
. u4 n+ X; [* j, j8 W3 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ j; t9 c ?, ~$ c: t# n% }# Z# K; t' SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ [8 h$ e* E+ u: V- q1 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 u7 o x& V* U8 r, z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ^8 I# a; c; c% g) b% d4 v: vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 w# w: ~1 { d* j9 S& H
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 x0 O4 c" u* `6 F JHow you tried to set them free,
) Y2 n! r& \. a' _2 Y( gThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) I0 s" {+ ]# j4 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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