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7 l ?. E* M( C+ Z8 @' JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X8 M( V: E8 H+ M9 T; H/ J0 e# iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( A8 b( P& ~+ i, eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# i8 V3 w8 I+ D; }% `. A) w: y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - _0 s, X" V$ W, O/ ]* R1 _% |- ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ j7 y& T& [ c; T+ i
How you suffered for you sanity, $ E; y4 u. S6 c( q( `6 m
How you tried to set them free,
" s4 ?- t1 i: K- LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ^, e) I, _, ]4 Q& g$ E6 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( k5 v% J R u. Y6 V& S1 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: N8 ?$ G) I% n& ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- u' e- G' f+ G. ^7 |% I( JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# c- Y* a% U/ ^$ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ]# q" g( ~8 C- L. B) eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 g0 P, W0 b) f0 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 O' ?, s! W% z( a2 \- n5 L0 ]" _; T7 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 K! m6 x& z0 C8 L* E, K. d- ~5 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, A5 u- B2 ?7 M4 A4 v( h$ S+ c" S5 D1 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; v: ~* l2 K; D- o& ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + H7 C7 e. A) `# D# ^+ L9 e% _6 h {+ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & Z+ w% v0 ~1 u- M" G! r5 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 p2 Q# T0 ~# d+ ]. j5 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' R& n# `1 I' B
How you suffered for you sanity,
) m) R, w9 p+ A5 m9 qHow you tried to set them free, . u" y" t. `! z/ }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. T L9 P! J3 U% ]Perhaps they never will. |
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