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; U, s) p0 g' d3 Z0 D! SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; D# B( R m, @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) x! K h8 F: MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) _$ k! g% ^; T! V$ Q9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- l! }/ w8 G- G* N3 g' zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( S: l5 d$ D/ |# S: FHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 s0 |7 b# ^- b6 b8 FHow you tried to set them free, , i: G8 y! ]! b- d( O r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 \) z* U/ s" m0 b& b% Q, V0 p& n( IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 n( s3 `% x6 w/ b5 s2 D- X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 A/ H6 `: K( ~$ O; b1 @2 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' y% ^9 e6 R( X! i% }/ |6 W3 @
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,
- E4 u0 V8 ^ Y6 e- B1 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 u0 _" F. Z; @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " u+ A, S; g/ d3 t" e+ S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
^8 S! w8 I" U% t9 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / @0 P$ a: \/ |* K3 D
7 `3 z5 Z% p2 ?4 p6 y6 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ \4 S. c8 G7 w: Q7 I& }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ~( X1 h) U8 E. K( T: f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ m. F3 U1 @2 P) q" ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ]5 A6 Z+ t: i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 z4 Z1 _6 f0 n) i0 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
, E, d$ s! r' v# ^+ THow you tried to set them free, & o- k T- u4 u w# _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
G. {1 d$ O; P4 ?; ^Perhaps they never will. |
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