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4 }& v$ H6 v, F5 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ b/ V7 K |, k zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 v: m. u0 o2 {, K% B" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, a: x4 [3 s: L$ K2 H, \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 N" r% a" B# I2 w2 w: W# J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& x7 g* L- q, Q+ W# a" K" R3 z: pHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ~) I R5 C8 E& E- K9 lHow you tried to set them free,
* _9 D8 l7 g: K8 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 J6 @0 Z( [8 N# Y! ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ z; M! g. { r h0 @/ t* E9 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ k' f3 l- }6 s. Y2 |2 ~3 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 {* r1 H, n3 ~* \! k4 E2 @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, / C4 S. b% A- c$ A% Y0 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # z$ A6 k, \0 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 |: Q- F& o5 f0 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# N* Q% j5 \ R: x, A% A: wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' m& N* M6 `9 k3 l* AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]( S% F2 d* p `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. W7 ?4 w# D6 z0 Z* GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! K+ \( f3 W9 s* a4 T& {9 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ^( |1 f! w; \
6 C1 A5 h# x! o+ F( U: UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, [# E8 A6 F; yHow you suffered for you sanity,( y" U+ K2 J' x$ x* B
How you tried to set them free, & Y7 l3 _5 g$ q6 x6 q, t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# h8 }. i8 j& R/ m" T. ]Perhaps they never will. |
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