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! D3 `- k: |6 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ v* b, ]+ E4 W3 ]( O3 S' Z- iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 S$ Y' Q z! E8 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U5 S4 e4 T7 g' m5 Q9 i$ B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. a6 @# E0 p& ` U' N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" T, d D/ B+ [5 @How you suffered for you sanity, " k; }, F7 e9 a- [2 j
How you tried to set them free, 8 L) }8 O( {, ~ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ]4 P% ?0 o, B' m: X! G4 u/ yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Q. k, w5 o: g) G% k( f5 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & {) K F1 S+ H: n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # N8 D6 o' M4 |; o! ]2 `* P1 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 _. l& s1 R* R) u' v6 L- T! p$ e
* \& Q" x" `/ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 G) @: `4 ~$ _" V) Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( w/ q4 D6 h6 P. qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( r% F. \) n' r- o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 A7 c6 g$ p* M9 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 J, G" z; @: w0 K. s' U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# r) K1 L$ G. e7 h4 V) w. |" |' ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& R5 X4 i! y# }" ?3 A2 h) MThe 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, # j7 r. n' V+ @- p O. M' z& u% q
How you suffered for you sanity,) B z4 ]) [4 ~0 Q' u) A0 V
How you tried to set them free, 6 z) K3 ~$ k& z( |1 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, g1 \* e z" PPerhaps they never will. |
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