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% W9 d6 O h3 a7 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 G( O. ]& s( B/ S) G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 [4 V/ B9 ]/ d3 s2 A& i0 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# k3 H" M+ R8 l" r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - l. b$ s3 s/ \# o6 E0 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& c: j" I2 J: Q0 o! F% n. xHow you suffered for you sanity,
; k4 k/ P, k" BHow you tried to set them free,
7 S/ p% u: ~7 V J8 f1 p5 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ H6 M( U! l. ^& @. T: I+ J+ ~0 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ t& u. `. f' r/ y1 M$ S& LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) v; z4 ]2 n6 g5 c3 g9 W TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ B8 M2 Y8 |9 x" T2 e+ i9 i1 n6 I I$ {
Weathered 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,
3 p4 j. W8 m, SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 q; F- x$ d, s% Y' h0 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , n1 t3 ]8 F: h, A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 g' l% v9 Q3 j3 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. M# [3 F& x: x3 i& G( \. d' t. S
@) ~ |. ~1 c5 e/ ]# p2 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& i) L9 i9 x% k. z4 {& _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' @8 Q' z4 q# p! I0 `# Y3 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 e3 o1 i3 \( K% Q o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 |1 Z) Z2 Y9 e$ k, n9 j( e1 w% S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 @% b6 F% w+ P/ z) @. wHow you suffered for you sanity,( |$ [9 ~2 E! M
How you tried to set them free, ' V' X+ X9 f- h- a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 R: G ~; [4 J5 I1 |& z' g- f# F. x. e
Perhaps they never will. |
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