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/ V; D+ G: @9 {/ b+ O9 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % h! ~4 i( E8 I8 q! T3 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 E( O; q# A8 k/ u5 g5 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 j) _/ P4 c J( w+ `; Q. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! \$ J z7 \/ E# C1 s8 A4 g- R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# W8 i; @' }% |6 B1 b# i
How you suffered for you sanity, $ v& L0 g+ M8 n, `8 y
How you tried to set them free,
2 R' |) W$ D, F- D/ t# PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. i0 |5 s3 X1 d, q8 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ?! v% R% G, `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d7 x2 L; n; F4 C/ s! a1 E8 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& A: N2 f6 f( MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 w6 d1 n; x' Q, h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , z U! O6 q) W6 F0 S' |& b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 D j6 `+ j8 Z, ~$ @* T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 }3 D8 f) Q6 n8 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + |+ K; S6 y X2 P1 K# W: h
: f8 {9 [! R8 M' d' t6 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % I; N, N4 n" z/ e+ C( l- q3 L# C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 t$ B# U' @/ h" ?) e" E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
z a U. D4 X/ k4 V: y- L$ J+ u tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 b" _, a% _. ^( zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B( Y0 a h. `( ?( O1 ?/ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
" E0 j- E2 b* y" f3 J2 |- N! IHow you tried to set them free,
& G0 Y$ x! [) xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 n0 K$ K& G* k: X6 F0 o" a4 o+ gPerhaps they never will. |
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