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& g$ _" w. R$ ^8 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ p" A: l4 h4 i8 m& S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : m- u6 V7 C* A" Q4 R# L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 M- ]0 c; b: ]9 }, J0 A9 I% n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . X$ p/ r7 C8 U% c/ O3 C# h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! k8 ^& C6 F+ _$ F* p8 Q5 }0 t
How you suffered for you sanity, & h4 u: v! U2 i( S, G0 H1 l2 B8 q
How you tried to set them free, 2 ]( o( I" |. f( N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 k$ ^3 I" p' L) C SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" M( }* e/ ~1 r) m' ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - M: A. i2 w) Q0 @( C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & h( r: I; t! _ t% g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' C# ^% [" Z- N( E- \, e, K+ D8 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- K. J! L* Q% s) PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # T8 ?/ ^: t+ r# n7 i" R8 |" c* y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 @' w, B% d$ x: n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! }/ ~/ d4 e4 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 U$ V. `" u# B( F5 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 i' S; m7 l* g5 ~$ X& s9 v/ a* [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ V+ R) P9 {1 v; \7 G3 D5 R9 |3 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 y; d* k% C8 d: @ C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c0 v' s! q1 n$ V1 k+ c+ t2 D
- E! A, |5 X0 j( J, MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 |0 C/ V; X. _( D* {2 a8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 x6 i* Y) I$ b: _! P9 bHow you tried to set them free,
2 D8 X. I5 |" H$ k7 ?/ J: EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ^/ Z8 m" g1 C8 i8 v& X; X0 iPerhaps they never will. |
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