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( I6 H9 r5 K% ]6 x! TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ D% `7 E% Z' K @. m1 p' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' G0 x# e6 t7 G, q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) E: m0 L+ s' h5 c; O; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^2 O- S& H2 w+ n5 S! P& PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ Z" j. m/ q- ]
How you suffered for you sanity, # V! S1 L7 ~+ u4 i( \; Q" K" ^7 r
How you tried to set them free, * p" ]2 @6 k% Q9 V2 p6 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- { K- b6 k: K4 y$ r5 x/ kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d6 g0 }8 o q: @6 J# ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 q& m1 h% }: `3 _: Y! @+ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% f+ F( i( s; k( EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 J: a* B+ e. \9 D/ g* v# z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p+ G% p1 Z4 V5 X( [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( a9 x" q, a4 h9 B+ W% Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . D. \3 E# }2 |$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ], U* _# Z% e$ [- tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 } T; o9 N/ u5 B) b, _6 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ q; `6 X7 j+ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 @# B. D: Y- T; `( b+ e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 u8 L0 F; V w! k
The 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, k. R" L7 k. Z- K* d# r
How you suffered for you sanity,
; p% F% S" X# q: _* e' SHow you tried to set them free,
/ i' A7 U* H! c8 k JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 l! Z1 m2 X) e& B3 ? a9 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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