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/ y$ G3 C( ~7 v% o H1 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 D' m3 J- w4 R! V/ K) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& f6 n8 i6 F: U7 H2 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 E$ O1 X; j P4 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& K9 Y5 t R1 Y/ i: Y" J) `* FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~( i3 c- W. h8 D. T0 i% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
) k: P4 l, n: k1 ~, [( P" cHow you tried to set them free,
3 n2 D5 P4 v2 r2 _8 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 N- N3 I) r1 {* V3 V" R* F9 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; S6 ]1 h2 N7 p) B( R; H7 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; j9 R' k% p) \) o1 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Z& ~' C) g1 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 t# u' U6 v k& G( k: D) N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # c/ H- k2 ?7 |( |" \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: e: s4 H4 ^; o* T, o# i* m- qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ b2 J7 P) U3 z9 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 h' I8 y; p2 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / [) T' c! k/ v) C5 |$ q: q
0 V3 I7 n5 V0 L \0 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 X N5 e& t! x: ^4 U$ c0 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # c: X- R# E k& [& p# A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , M. }* o# I8 X' W/ B! R; \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . I5 k( Z, ]) V1 r S2 |
5 p: S" Y' P6 s' B- [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
N' u' F( H9 u+ K- m; a% AHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 @: ]1 P9 `. NHow you tried to set them free,
/ t5 j! z0 U5 J; y6 g: H* OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! v) v! x+ j: G: V9 d" L+ XPerhaps they never will. |
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