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, V4 B* E# V6 I0 r& R$ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" X2 U/ O0 a0 B9 {: D8 z W( QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - O; G% m4 k+ O8 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 {" c: [& ~. Q e5 T# c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~; V: l( T5 J8 n8 J2 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* f6 ?# v5 m0 `2 A6 f3 g7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 z% D# V& u: KHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z8 d! d; x( Q' Z4 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ E3 q( A) K4 x) Z* nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# C4 Z6 F- `0 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % S" U% S7 |, l( M1 U" k. \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) Z( E" u+ H# a7 u6 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - E5 U" @# W' z) O$ m ^' Y6 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" h, g) `3 l2 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # M+ F$ H! U a9 j: g( {# w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Z3 ]: I+ e4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ?% T0 v- [: S2 ^% n& b0 [* [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ D* ]9 ~6 i' E T$ i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ u+ @2 A8 ~" Q& lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ t& x" I, r7 }" `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ b1 v+ j4 v0 q7 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . b4 S( }& K& l2 T1 B. m
How you suffered for you sanity,2 W6 E) h8 \7 O. g9 Q+ u! l
How you tried to set them free,
! g* R2 f y! Y4 I1 L6 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, * ]7 h! g" M. b) M# x
Perhaps they never will. |
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