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" Z* G! P3 A0 I$ N5 {7 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 `. v/ X$ k2 {0 h! h# E% m. ^3 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y' U+ [ `- F8 h; {( A: x, R3 l6 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% g! W ]; s1 l/ \1 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ~: H2 ?1 k" ~+ [. h# w: aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h) \& @! k8 _2 J2 l4 K% l9 iHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 }1 O6 h- y) h4 M
How you tried to set them free, & h+ a" X' W; R4 T% x" v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 K$ ?, J7 P7 C0 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Y$ `* Y8 Y5 T: K; J" v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 @1 R& B5 I3 x' H& pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & H G9 s9 Y2 L9 B q
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, $ }( j. `: I1 F4 l& _. `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* J6 ^/ V* A5 Q1 S7 Q# w9 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) d9 o( t: t U5 I2 {; c
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 w& u4 l4 D( {4 _5 z7 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ?. h6 w; d0 @% }' t2 t: g( w
2 \6 s$ D/ H" g% Q! |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, R& ]" G+ Q& ~2 ?* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Z7 ~7 p" k+ y0 a# JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - V$ ^6 W; w# h2 Y1 o1 `: L$ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + |$ Y. P% _5 w) t* l h/ t
2 u0 T/ \2 d* c1 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ s% V8 H" }4 t! B5 `3 w
How you suffered for you sanity,) W( W% m5 P6 x% X; U( |
How you tried to set them free,
; U9 F+ p5 w; [They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 Z$ E) R v5 B& X+ hPerhaps they never will. |
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