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4 V. w3 R7 |- ~$ B9 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- w! c% Q' V3 U3 c1 p. qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) \3 r @$ _3 S6 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. m* I& ^1 o% S( u* L( lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ~% f2 {8 C6 S. J* K! l# T' n& G {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! g+ ~. k$ V* q! {' YHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 V7 S# J2 A2 }1 YHow you tried to set them free,
( l8 m/ P$ I( ?: ]- m+ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, n; _( K" s/ `. ^- AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 d/ Y0 v, j2 E6 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 D! }2 Y+ H/ _' Z- b% y( M/ I; _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! {7 y" ~" M# s+ [9 l& _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 p; E2 k' o. \- J, X( rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ k) E9 \! j- AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . {1 G' }& u# V5 E8 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 F& M- D7 o3 [9 }6 y& eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @0 ^, [# b8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% t* g5 q; g+ t4 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 y/ C; x4 q+ P1 D' IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# t* V8 t% G0 l, r2 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . O" n5 `3 ^' t. t/ e; ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 v: O) f0 `9 j# U2 b9 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - h( @; n3 m" }! k" r s5 u* [
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ?& `' Z3 |+ Z3 m* A! e0 }How you tried to set them free,
; b0 v4 A, \6 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ ?& N5 R5 T6 G* k4 _9 H) G+ CPerhaps they never will. |
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