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- ^; C7 f( k. uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ p& G% b6 @# pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 z6 g8 l' q" X5 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% v1 W1 s* W8 S% t5 p) f5 c% t7 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : S" d5 u/ } l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' V2 q/ W# ?2 M; a& N) A: ?( CHow you suffered for you sanity,
, _% R: n3 q+ `How you tried to set them free,
' U9 x7 `0 j5 F2 [$ H9 u) L8 \9 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) j8 _' K7 X: W' oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& `# C* q& k! T9 x9 d5 _; x5 Z: `! bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, V9 ]6 a9 H( q* {5 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ]) q) H6 w( i' N' R6 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- c3 T" N' `4 ]) VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( `" v6 R4 n6 e# q% X$ V3 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& B" L7 P) i" \" YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* e9 y& d- Q' D% }3 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, , \5 j. c/ ^0 d+ }8 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - Y& a/ f! h' k* ^% X
' K! S6 O+ O' I0 R' YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* }6 o+ |3 h: e e) f% F. N7 A" ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 d: I0 W5 j: g1 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H4 K' o, M3 ^% [7 l$ ?- BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ }& ^4 F' V( |3 V# G2 |* QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / Z. o" Q" v" J9 y3 q
How you suffered for you sanity,0 |! q- A& d y7 E% X8 F
How you tried to set them free, . V" d% U9 o0 I! d7 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 Q7 f) f8 g& F" d% T5 L3 o: aPerhaps they never will. |
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