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/ ? x9 W; {! P: vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# R9 e. _. `5 _0 P' N+ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- ~) B! f( r3 n y" \- J; a, YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 [% e% c+ [. a& P: O, T7 j9 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( n! Y; Z$ h5 N& J; x; R' L* K' ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D) t; s1 |% b% E! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
" a* ~& ]) |+ dHow you tried to set them free,
' L0 O1 P# V8 v- B% b8 W* p( sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 f) t" h( z3 q: L2 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 `$ ]9 H: q1 g2 ?/ KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * n( U, n7 c3 { z) j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' [2 G! |+ ?, S2 m x. h% t7 [( `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, ~- ^) q0 g9 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " W4 \7 Y' `, C* A+ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 u: B0 z0 r/ d6 ]8 M6 l3 M PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' \1 u, `, M4 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 `# H* r5 `' k9 ?/ E3 \4 ~( I) r4 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 h+ x( n! }1 |7 c
2 U4 T+ g# a! t" i; w0 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 C! c7 E- A0 I# M4 n) w5 G0 G3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y, f: Y, @. u" z" T8 z2 O8 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
^1 O0 U/ D8 y. y jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 v3 s2 y3 |2 B3 r
" b/ W$ l5 b+ N4 k, p* KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ f# [7 g4 E2 x6 w/ B$ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
i9 L. e+ Z8 i, @# K- WHow you tried to set them free,
& X6 Q3 m- Q9 S* M; ]2 s# \They would not listen they're not listening still,
- c/ d, X& x5 X$ o' d3 j3 g- l# L+ APerhaps they never will. |
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