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1 X' @- G9 q( g- dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 v/ b& O5 u, l5 y3 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ~9 T3 m* F5 m! G; L( X U2 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. u- Y- B. T. o, D, fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X% h3 X' }2 h' a1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& b9 Q9 _; _; O% B) y% C' q# {How you suffered for you sanity, 6 D/ f E, Q! U6 u5 }
How you tried to set them free,
# f! S! K; |! Z+ n5 ~% n& d- X$ _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ]3 t5 t8 I- i+ A. A7 |2 s: L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; Z0 E, {/ Y9 T: \+ \/ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ^" P4 q9 ?4 p- i$ R6 U9 a5 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / N6 l+ x+ x) G& O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Z: T! \3 ^0 j7 Q! p3 U# T( s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- q/ N# y+ ?! J. x2 [" hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" o- v6 f& ?; w3 ^ r: cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 U0 O5 H6 k" o$ a: c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 I- _+ w3 h, u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# q; [% B4 A$ e! i1 Q) _$ j* U' TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & u b. Q7 D% t: |; y6 S$ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 a. ^5 J% @1 `, L/ D! w) l5 X9 ^6 e4 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, Z& v8 K9 ?' c. \2 {2 T4 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. `3 F5 A- n3 x( P; q; F0 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % O/ R. ^! {2 k- z- H3 l n
How you suffered for you sanity,- k' v0 {7 v z: b, h2 e, h3 v" t
How you tried to set them free, 4 P$ q g/ X% r5 }( ?, J( ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& l- R7 H- t+ I# i x. d/ c/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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