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- d5 x3 q" p! ^8 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ t7 {! a$ O$ f# j" ?$ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 P: s9 ~0 g4 Z X! d4 L+ OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 c: `5 e- O: w( t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 M# O3 R5 ^0 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 o' r6 C3 S7 o; ^& G: J0 k( K( i+ g" sHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 Y/ T% c8 b& X$ k+ G0 F. v% u
How you tried to set them free, ' m9 a$ L6 `4 ]5 g* i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ [ l+ O* _$ t/ n2 p# h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 P/ Q" F7 t: s! }. R9 D" n' ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; }! Z" c8 Z' @! [8 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Q' @6 ^0 W/ U. ` }
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,
?7 e/ l7 B6 t* k8 W/ c3 \2 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 v0 |! W7 H5 \7 B0 ?! o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% b2 Z0 k# a0 j! r f% F6 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, + K6 Z9 i; ?3 t& ?( Q! y' r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # n D& n( F5 B- W5 ^% I' C* \6 H! p
- _7 m0 v$ M3 @8 T8 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 w8 d' R0 Q* X5 Y; U+ r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 h# V7 j9 z% j( `" d5 b- g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ v, c/ d8 K' _$ H0 \5 \0 @2 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : L5 f- G' o# ]8 j* m% _; e9 H
5 M7 W* T6 C& R N" VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 |- d! o5 y5 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 M6 }' ~: a( e) NHow you tried to set them free, & U% {# n+ W3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 z* L# D- y0 ~: s0 [4 x0 _1 SPerhaps they never will. |
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