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. E4 W% G' w8 _" O `: X' Z' WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ~8 F% A) n6 ?& D0 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 N- S, H# q* R. b; b7 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 `5 r; X ~+ {, nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 h/ H) D& b- U+ c7 e$ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 |* A$ F( |, f% ]3 o# u" {How you suffered for you sanity,
1 s. g, G% }3 w' Y- H* KHow you tried to set them free,
# j5 t$ I) v0 o. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , w. z- T9 Q; L& a2 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }; \4 S7 p% N. R% y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R; L" I/ r! V6 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 T) u# Z1 H5 T, @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& o. W, [( ?- J/ q4 [. r$ z- p+ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " n, S: q7 l6 L- J0 @- Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + u" x* k3 ~% D6 d/ B5 d' v$ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # k: L" o( }* K L( j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 M8 l/ [2 ?$ v: h: x- ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. K/ j$ H8 g7 g6 B$ V8 t* FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! q: z, m) l8 j8 G3 ~( }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 D; P% z8 W: ~) I, j5 S$ \$ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ~% V% w5 w6 J& }% J! ?* ?# ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ` k+ r, _$ |7 f; y- c
( {* T' b! C; z' M: CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% d6 Q; ^8 K/ u3 e; wHow you suffered for you sanity,+ D Z7 c4 a0 m' F& J! A! j8 A
How you tried to set them free,
* J; S% A' _4 R4 K- XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 L) X4 ]5 @( V$ Y) s/ X
Perhaps they never will. |
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