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% f# W) Z8 U" H6 ]# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ?7 X' Y% `/ o3 h* \! iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 G+ i( k# G: r3 @( G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 t( f$ ?: q4 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) U. s% u& L: ~5 T: N1 B3 q" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 e' z2 w! E9 S( r: mHow you suffered for you sanity,
! j- e3 k0 n- Q7 JHow you tried to set them free, / R2 _) ~# c( U7 h, F. I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " V. R- g+ k4 p) Y" i8 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ~9 I6 r* H8 H/ w) m* K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Q4 n j" k% t4 {8 W. WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 _! g+ V+ ]) i( bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 U4 T/ Z5 P( T% B- O; @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ G5 g* l w" ?* N2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 q3 i! d1 P, nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) y' V; T/ U) Y; c/ a( X6 h9 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, % P1 O& I7 g$ C) O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . }7 N2 e! x9 n1 t1 ~
6 W4 L; T) ?5 Q& }; u, @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 i$ N( Z) D% U PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % f t. e0 s% F1 M: i( M7 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , y3 {* U' y+ z8 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 s$ w0 y" X) jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 Q3 P- ]9 H- b8 {3 T5 G' S
How you suffered for you sanity,1 R% d" \0 N0 ]; m" p
How you tried to set them free, 5 A9 O0 k) E7 W9 R( H: U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! x4 h( |" R' D d8 gPerhaps they never will. |
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