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6 ]9 H, ^2 x8 v: R! NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Q2 t& r/ X/ W; X% {3 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # D2 x/ t( O& n b. j) d6 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ W$ \1 c% `& k' D! d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 p7 H/ u! f/ V+ e; K5 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% y y/ ?9 L" }6 i8 X+ [2 ]5 `How you suffered for you sanity,
. _! _: a- ], H5 GHow you tried to set them free, 7 i g v1 Z1 U) L& p& i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 {! P( B+ \5 m! m. O: P! E4 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + B6 l- b: n3 U+ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! `' U% A1 U' G0 ^, V8 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- C% Y2 [/ t8 J! |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' z/ v6 |; y2 S, ?: N6 l
* q2 Q/ j0 k0 w" aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 t7 A4 n- w' q, i( q, RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* \! }. W- ]5 E2 e9 P/ I# p( @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' [+ p+ t" p9 q1 y% k% R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 y. p. T; b; R' h* K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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H+ _! @- Z6 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! E% k$ ~% O9 x% T OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* M1 J2 q, [/ Q. ^3 s$ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }) V% p3 s8 C" c" r! VThe 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, / D+ R0 |9 z$ X( Z
How you suffered for you sanity,' D5 A4 l B% t8 ?0 O
How you tried to set them free, 1 L$ |0 ? F# K& y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ @7 k' v, O- J; R GPerhaps they never will. |
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