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/ N$ |0 _! ^0 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 U# T% }& ? j, I& ? u) mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 f' Y( f$ a$ E/ s% mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Z: U* J/ ?1 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " @3 s) Y% J/ x7 G) f+ s( k2 F! R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! [1 I% L! _0 y. e5 @) z9 PHow you suffered for you sanity, / s% w; S8 l7 v% B5 W! t: y
How you tried to set them free, # K. r5 z0 e& J0 L6 u( B: H9 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d& z& O5 Z7 J7 |# V9 B: K" cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: o9 f( f0 J( \. H4 l9 M. r3 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) P t0 k) c4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; |/ R; L; v$ o$ }" @% AWeathered 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,
. E, T1 X b; l! D$ D2 c% uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( A9 s8 A) g5 u. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : @& [1 B$ d: a6 T1 A1 G: n( U
But I could have told you, Vincent, " B/ v2 r3 y! d$ U: J+ s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 @" J' ?5 P; S& AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G, x+ f* f, b8 C0 V& m( N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ?, p; `* ^- k0 f9 C! b! H2 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 g% N$ K6 c) R1 b8 w4 B3 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! u, N4 Z' L$ e+ P# ]
( h4 a" I" a" v2 \7 ] `0 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 w, c( X' G' E+ s- [How you suffered for you sanity,; n' _1 E7 |3 i
How you tried to set them free, 2 }3 C$ d* E1 S6 J: ~) x: f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' G1 }. \) n7 ^3 g. Y9 [Perhaps they never will. |
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