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5 G+ l( `" Y3 v p; {; zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 f/ L0 O# g: A8 S: lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. w: V, a7 ]+ |. e) q% r& WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& A; X8 j2 W3 T' @: q' q& @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 f1 B$ o% u+ a) G" `+ K# J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 A& {( h0 M( Y9 cHow you suffered for you sanity, & f& v* M0 t& l" h; Z4 `8 P/ K
How you tried to set them free, + ?, e# ` k8 x! K9 v: z( N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! H U9 K, u* r; ?2 E: [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' W1 Q2 A: X( ?! t4 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 d U# U8 {# G- {+ J! c* FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Y6 S$ v5 _ h8 N1 K+ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- \9 N& o3 o; |; IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 n( {6 C3 Z% B( {' CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. D% T: r% i4 {4 v6 Z' w7 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) I& C0 x P' p/ i8 h0 m4 n+ |3 Y2 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# f6 u9 D( ^) r4 a% n: h; _+ i+ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / {& L, Q% ?9 a5 H' G
6 Y+ d" B6 a2 s# b+ r* e* }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 r* _5 f0 E" n" _7 n% S" r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! j3 P9 _* u& U- l l6 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 e* f4 w( N+ k; x% ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) c* M: y* T/ U4 \. e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) _4 f' F+ h- ^6 p, @ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
, j% X! K" z6 {How you tried to set them free, # p! ?9 j3 W3 N0 ~; {% N! X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ K( v7 m% _- D- W% S" I, @Perhaps they never will. |
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