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. l0 Z/ O2 |) }/ v( WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- `( F. j, F2 f: { h8 R1 c* iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 e! U+ n X1 D" r; ?+ J7 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ~, }4 n; O6 i3 S- Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 L8 y5 Y# ]! q# \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Q* ?' x6 |. m M4 G- f& n
How you suffered for you sanity,
- G4 F1 \3 l+ y& D1 qHow you tried to set them free, ( r ]- J& _, Q0 p- @3 y: t$ X; F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 m, ^) C. Y" M v' E5 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ w a/ A& G" w# z2 U/ b7 w9 h' {3 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 S+ t0 z) w }# q6 t% q, c" \, rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 q8 \" z9 n+ r6 ^0 L1 U5 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: X. e5 z A; O+ o2 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k. x2 B8 t) w% L n, @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ T" ~$ U! r9 h/ w4 w G/ N* aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' v( k% L2 V- X1 } G4 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Z( P' _7 N y+ {# `( `7 |& K
" H/ |- ~& ^! jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; u) V* i& n- D R( V' e; VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + g- n3 x+ K6 K& ^0 q/ D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ @ U; j) g/ O. F( J9 Y5 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' G/ h( }1 b5 F$ [1 l9 s, K" X
- v/ d, S5 t1 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 K0 N% D5 q: _. x0 B' IHow you suffered for you sanity,6 }6 J3 L, e, |( ~
How you tried to set them free, " X0 W( c/ x, m# m" Y6 d q: |) l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 }# B% g+ t" t' F2 zPerhaps they never will. |
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