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* T# K1 V. [1 O% q/ k) [( S( r9 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# I: _% y& s8 P# M$ Y/ e4 {; P2 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! S7 I( o1 {1 V' N. v$ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* q; }9 v- B5 n0 x% q" Q \8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * B; `5 ]9 M$ y3 d8 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- Z9 A. Y" ^) R1 j3 L. G& o8 C& R. T
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 X# M3 n1 [1 fHow you tried to set them free, ( d/ Q S2 @, u9 E' i- }3 q# U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* f8 H; \; Z& s. y5 W9 u7 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, x/ t& V+ [8 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" J. n* u- b) d) Z* E. ^" m7 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 X) V* A# o H1 J" \- tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 a+ `: o7 H( y# D* R+ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . b9 T6 s" V5 y. \* \2 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 N" i* i" c8 y% X3 E+ N* f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( [9 o: s5 o% f: p$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent, * W# e. Q; K2 z8 o. c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ C2 K2 s# ]+ ?& H9 @7 w: oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A9 F. Z$ t# t, ?/ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 |9 \- \( O5 V- m7 o) b4 Q2 Y# B/ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " }5 e- f( K4 p! G9 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ a. w, _9 @! H+ c& k
8 s: I5 j; @8 m4 f) @5 A; q i" E0 t$ \- rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
d4 H- n& [8 g! KHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 A! {! [7 X- t. u0 l& V8 NHow you tried to set them free, 4 |1 g' G- W2 T& S# i" N
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ w* q. y* `, {) ]2 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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