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( ]. ^; a! M3 k1 _2 M+ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 K* V- o+ D! y' m- S& h% V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ B4 Q) @% E2 M% d9 j. E+ [4 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 U2 `( ]1 h3 q# k1 {4 _" y* K X6 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 E5 u. Q4 ]( G- N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, m1 }% S5 P7 S$ k
How you suffered for you sanity, , P( x6 t/ Q- [" i4 N
How you tried to set them free, / b s# }2 T2 D/ ^( t; O; G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + w7 Q& \: v: ~% {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * f1 o3 J) |5 W4 T; X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# K7 ~4 I9 I; f; e) o5 R$ V6 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 z& A5 `0 k. {9 Z/ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 Q& @% M9 J( }/ L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & S9 o# Y2 ~0 D3 [+ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! P7 M) Y7 q9 d, eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 i: C. {2 Q$ K5 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 W) C1 V7 S- E( Y; }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : P' z+ r9 c2 k: g( N6 C" \9 X7 ?* h
" p& G# ]& K* [1 `: p% bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 {: [: p' p' r8 M4 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ~8 A$ {* v2 ~8 a8 ^& I' K8 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; G" x% Q: X3 i8 x$ o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " F& Q; }4 L4 Q5 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 j- T6 N4 d4 y7 `How you suffered for you sanity,( H* H' ^# |/ L6 ?& Y) k. S
How you tried to set them free, 6 v* b* V& _6 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 m( ~6 P. U1 HPerhaps they never will. |
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