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3 d- O( s6 X0 E; _ m! x+ E$ BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ P* [( S/ \. a$ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
X! M, ?5 `. g# n2 }9 L( MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H" Q, [! K/ b: g1 L1 s% V8 ~4 ]: UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [& p2 `8 q. p/ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ^$ ?& ?( |) w' RHow you suffered for you sanity,
# z. W" X4 W! zHow you tried to set them free, 1 I- W* \$ `. x5 G, Z9 M7 ^/ {% B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 N9 k5 J# o5 L. P( xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 [+ j: O; [- a# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 N) E. \" E8 Q' ]6 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 F P6 j2 r+ i& Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 T! f- v- F4 q1 i- P, {' i& `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + f0 x6 d( R8 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' n/ b3 Z/ ?$ d" j7 L1 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Z" h9 P# a0 O; v6 }) |3 m5 a; R
But I could have told you, Vincent, * `* N Z+ O6 U# k3 e- b8 T* e, }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 V9 O- M0 G8 F2 o: t
" A/ _! s2 Q) D( t2 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 J7 d5 R( g8 H( }+ N3 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 C, k+ |! M! g7 K" q0 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 {+ t9 _' N1 Y5 e/ P" nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % _( `1 h6 I- T4 h4 r# F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& b, M* [2 T% OHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Q. c) y4 Q! qHow you tried to set them free,
$ f! D( q+ ^) w; N# x6 H: d( n5 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 x7 `/ P4 G3 j- D% FPerhaps they never will. |
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