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! D0 [. r, n) H8 F& G2 D: X& H- Y% xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' u5 m6 P8 ?* P$ @+ `$ dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 F! d U7 u: D# X6 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. i3 Q4 B. M# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* R2 S) F" w# Z- c# b$ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ l8 s! ^( E, L% P
How you suffered for you sanity, ' H/ \) w# q, d- O: f
How you tried to set them free,
% ^3 @7 z8 s F5 D1 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Z( a$ D+ f$ t3 }5 C4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 o; e8 X7 ^$ @8 F3 M# S$ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 V0 E a* Q0 A' E* [ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( M- g- s2 ^8 D+ ]4 i" z I7 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & [& P4 e' ?+ y" ~
, {* c& w2 y9 u5 S l2 D* |$ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 G5 n O. [& [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + n8 ]! ^; x8 a) r- @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( p I: k; M4 m' mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! Q9 z g3 ^; l a/ i0 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) V9 h9 k s8 V- z' g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 \0 ? O" a, d5 S8 ~. d3 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
s) {; K# h0 d9 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 l* U/ N+ o0 M7 e8 U- G; L4 [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, 1 _. O6 y# t3 j/ T& j
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ?, @# h; [+ ]% W: f4 DHow you tried to set them free, * K4 y1 N* k Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 L& _, c% G! P* |4 N+ OPerhaps they never will. |
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