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% v8 r) q1 h3 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! j2 X2 Z7 C8 V, i) MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- H" q5 V7 y& E! x8 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 w Y% o( w% \7 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F; y) ^$ s- q9 R3 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 w- i4 {) r; f& m) I" j" \How you suffered for you sanity,
' i) R9 l3 Y9 d& ~5 D2 VHow you tried to set them free,
3 {7 I) k& B6 `: J: }% j& n3 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' v! l9 m( d6 p8 H1 z! PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! _& |: q) H/ A8 w1 P$ H7 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 q) I$ M, K% t$ O6 ]2 l7 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 w8 f& T: n# x% |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & y( i$ v" i( T* H T0 b1 v
7 ^- c# p0 i3 r' E' ~' MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @6 Q' v2 o/ { s0 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ]$ T' v. ^" p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : D3 ]6 {7 F" e2 f; M9 O' g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ~. {% y7 c/ u7 K# K8 y* tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 O( h/ o& i5 d7 c4 B [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ a5 n8 G& Z& e" q1 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- u3 o* e- j$ t% t+ f3 Y- sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 {* t9 x8 G! i9 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ G/ V0 }+ m9 R7 _& B l. _How you suffered for you sanity,) x$ p$ }! E' R' K- L- P
How you tried to set them free, R/ i* j0 T4 K3 Y: m* I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?; s' ]! E' }- w" _; b- |! g
Perhaps they never will. |
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