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+ ]1 l& @# H* h. wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( m, W$ s# R1 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 p' {; d/ C5 j+ W5 u/ W' q! aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) \2 C/ u& J# h$ d( e; m# dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A3 B( P9 h$ o- \' H) Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# e/ D/ s# w" p1 u: LHow you suffered for you sanity,
& D& o, l8 ^1 ~ T3 RHow you tried to set them free, - D1 A. r! I% R& \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ]' V: d- P5 c/ E& U( W% WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ `6 h- S# G" s9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ~3 L2 H: C) M- w( B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / U" |' s7 C. U! i7 j2 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& t$ J/ v2 ^( ` _3 _* q- `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ O: c1 h9 V3 T' s+ e& y6 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / e% ?& n/ Y% h( W, [ P f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 C( J& o2 `% R0 \But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 b; B6 ~5 L5 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 S K+ ~( g: E d
5 D. @+ R( d% F+ K9 i! TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ^9 i8 N# l2 P M* F4 L# `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 R8 h% d) n6 i5 X& h! PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& J2 f: p3 w8 `- p+ tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Q0 o; b9 y8 B* h6 V1 E, b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' K W( y; R+ q' T, m
How you suffered for you sanity,
* J% z/ k- H2 BHow you tried to set them free,
9 Q5 [9 d+ b( rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' q- V" v" {* m( j! f1 K8 hPerhaps they never will. |
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