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* v; F$ q* g; M! A3 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & p" H. x3 b" N/ ^$ Y5 [: o( Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" O' R# G" H6 f) y. dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 K$ U1 J0 W3 q4 i. y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! D, y0 h- v- X# R/ kNow I understand what you tried to say to me, G0 }' V8 y* J# U
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 W2 A& u) f: A: p- SHow you tried to set them free, 6 r3 S$ ?+ a/ N- q$ Y7 @9 x; C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B# p3 _" @2 A' [7 B c; v! jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* P, d- \$ V. V4 d2 l# e4 A/ f) jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # b; E7 g6 [% ~2 L* [" s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' S F& m1 X# a. I. {: YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ?; Q; w+ Z- V7 Z1 u
- m6 X- [4 K& b. H" [3 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ h6 y1 |3 u* M; T6 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 w, u. T+ N' T5 t1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / Q; g4 X9 J) S9 G2 {( Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 }. T5 |% V) g% |& x8 N( R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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E3 D5 X' S3 B5 e' E; h; f% J) b7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! N1 p7 A' \; H' c4 H: C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / L7 s+ e0 w* G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 V& A" ? e( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; b! F" G7 a5 M% |3 J6 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 U1 G. P9 n" d1 v) D" n" t& R& |How you tried to set them free, 0 ~8 X" X" j% u+ M/ m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 |9 Q5 ~( r5 n5 r1 e5 \. t. A' bPerhaps they never will. |
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