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! j7 a* ] O0 n. rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: x' P. x6 r! Q3 @! {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ h# e& b0 r4 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 w& O5 S" B: M1 U6 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( s1 {. j; L' ?! L( |, Q) a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: A) S, t! G9 h2 N- {+ ~: L
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 {( a9 t0 C5 E4 `; f
How you tried to set them free, 0 N: `9 z+ r4 g ^& p5 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ b! y7 t! }6 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" I$ Q6 q( ^, }/ l+ C, R# Y+ Z" k! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % l: a4 {/ q- \. O6 \9 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 I2 c, b; u/ k E: ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" [4 K) `% [! eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& }6 }) @. b* E) X: |$ rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; B4 b) W8 R0 q" E5 b: [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : v2 L# X- I/ i- g5 H( }! L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% S) \8 ?: E& K& Y. D& s* [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; b) a# _) e% b' P) N. Z
' @# m8 O- g& ^ h' BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 P; ]% @8 b% |* }$ u _9 Z6 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X# G. w2 n: J) b7 A+ z6 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 j/ u$ o7 [, u" d
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,
% g2 m: x/ v4 iHow you suffered for you sanity,( F! l2 R/ i5 B5 p& W% d
How you tried to set them free,
% i7 ]2 _' |; X. C. H& ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 _$ i7 y# [+ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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