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0 U' Z, v0 N1 U! f1 p' y1 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! X5 s7 t# W0 [9 h# cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# H: z/ w. f7 g9 I8 I& VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m0 v. A8 f A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& B9 N, e9 _5 a; |' d' q2 n( yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 H! X, |8 q9 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 O; V4 N$ X* z7 R, Z9 I0 `, w
How you tried to set them free,
: u" M3 M" K% \) O) {8 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' F7 g. n' D- ~2 T1 d( Y8 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( {! Y. ?7 A ^8 u: _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! z! v; n( ]0 ?5 R8 L5 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 e+ o" i; x8 X# g$ O- X& a7 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' X/ o* y8 h9 ^
! o, |9 j7 N. D2 X, z' VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: f( e) I" x# [* KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * Z( ?, v% |5 r( l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' h2 R9 `. j; p' a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 z7 J$ Z$ B$ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 O2 g( q) G. p: P; ]3 @2 U1 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 z- o2 v: E3 j! b: O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; X# H; K* f/ E. H( c2 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " P' z3 z9 G- a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' T+ I" x q# J% H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! t6 p* S* E0 _- Z6 A$ Q) [+ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 C) C' X9 ^% r) ?& m9 L5 EHow you tried to set them free, ) w H& F/ S3 \2 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, & t) F% A0 M, ~+ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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