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' s; |# W6 n$ ^5 r0 K" s+ n3 M# S6 `. bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * z- L- a* C* m5 z) ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
W Q$ k5 f# y1 j4 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; w9 C1 T$ J c+ V7 q- r/ r/ X# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 v- ], d) r4 f* PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Z* i, D' ~1 @' w8 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
* r- u5 {) P) @) D4 i- a5 H; `How you tried to set them free, 7 D$ [8 q0 e# m) O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ]: [- E- S" w6 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " A0 `/ t4 ~2 X! h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 N/ P* n2 D, R7 i. y# G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J, _! p/ p* j" @! }, N
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, + }9 X! u1 {# G+ A9 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 S: A/ r6 t- z3 e" C* J4 B, L) |- rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 M. J& T8 |3 r2 p: X0 N& q+ K hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 i0 X' }" S6 B, j; N5 s3 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + l7 P2 I: P2 I' x5 U
* G0 H! G. x {% @! u# M$ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 r9 Z! I* G" W, _ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ~7 v4 N. [+ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 q( L0 }& D" f/ M7 I$ c EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 _5 j* _ D: {( k
! v. J1 v/ W9 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 H/ @ v5 P$ I, v4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,/ m W& [# w4 ?* V2 B3 ]# q; z
How you tried to set them free, % ]. U/ L: A5 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 e: Q2 p( j- D- C% T; \Perhaps they never will. |
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