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P/ t5 {3 w1 E! g8 X8 S: UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" B, _" z$ J! z- TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 M0 _5 [2 y) J& ~0 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 q, ^7 g! p# _" g3 h6 K( [" vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Y' w: p% } h. d" ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q$ U6 y3 D3 O4 }3 }+ c- o! Q6 RHow you suffered for you sanity, * {/ Q, B. W9 _ Q
How you tried to set them free, 1 X6 C7 J( X0 j" H+ A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: k3 n( q! \9 x* @5 C! oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. e9 g$ M2 b# K2 D- z" A5 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" \& B& ]+ n2 C! b* ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + m$ p! P. Y1 _" y" R/ N
Weathered 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,
3 U" W4 e7 _) D1 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' \, a! P( Z- Z4 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 t; g' j1 N! T2 n$ E9 g- nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ]* _% k* U8 |# ^3 L" T2 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 E% e! \2 M |" |9 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + I4 u0 x: p% Z. l8 h5 \6 L0 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! H' F# u" A4 G: r( j! d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 R2 R( `& L- \% P+ l6 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, K8 i! c, t# {! LHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ p2 l( ?/ \' VHow you tried to set them free, ' D. O8 n) k- g3 Q. x R, f7 u+ W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 T6 [9 d3 d3 m0 Y& |
Perhaps they never will. |
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