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1 L8 f( M7 B' q3 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 v5 t: N) A0 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V: J+ z; b% _" C' F* i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ?$ A S2 T% D7 m( O2 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! j; p4 c$ ]! Q: y9 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 j- |% ]' J; A7 X, J0 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
# p! M$ x9 [6 y8 | l- lHow you tried to set them free, ' Y; u2 P' t6 A; T7 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 g5 P# u/ f3 |# _* W& L. wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 r/ x! c) L: F% f2 b' I+ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 | P" W- v2 P( mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 p6 Z2 j9 X$ W4 L7 C, _1 A
Weathered 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, 2 M% y; Y* W3 c$ T1 l9 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ w* y/ E' y" V% cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 l4 }: `8 e, C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( i$ X$ n, S6 _- K, q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e# a y8 e6 c6 s. D0 R q' C
% P4 m3 ~5 w1 w0 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : c/ H+ @* ?( k; i1 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( E# o1 b+ e. U, u6 p9 l, F1 J" {) _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
l m7 s& `" |( E% yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' i5 O* H% |$ Z/ O' j7 Q, h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " D) z7 I3 n+ U; H' c$ R" n% k
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ A. f. z$ s( r) z0 M, J$ uHow you tried to set them free, ; `; ]' a1 u7 ^9 s( |& ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, , h+ ~" M( V0 i+ b9 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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