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" ]& Q' X* T) O6 t0 H3 T8 v/ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& e" t5 l" k/ n( I* T6 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " c( L4 I8 _1 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 t* A6 O3 }; {* k* j( [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' V! v" r+ ~$ x0 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) n# @5 P1 G7 F- F8 J, HHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 q& w0 w% I0 m5 m5 @/ tHow you tried to set them free, 5 v+ l) g" F7 j% n( t6 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & {! P6 A+ e8 X% F% x& V& C/ O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , `' }, Q; X$ L2 R2 S% r9 @# A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ x- O# ]' z" d4 X( E+ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) [: u: z( t; K, |: PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 P, b/ k- X& Z, H4 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 s) i2 L8 Z3 P0 T) YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# Z( ]) Y$ s4 F5 U2 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 M4 h7 P$ U% ]" \" U4 t( u* A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 o/ w2 I% @6 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , d4 x% k9 d' G j* [- f
& X6 e+ p. `: g% S0 z3 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, z% n+ a9 W% \1 h9 c; yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 o+ ]. |6 i2 Z1 X% `, T5 @, `0 z' l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
M% d- K: j* t* [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 O5 Y* w/ J, d6 e
+ ~* f" q2 Y6 N. l+ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: c4 x; H. U( }How you suffered for you sanity,# `7 p$ Z1 G+ U6 W2 T
How you tried to set them free, . l. i% S1 h! \/ \9 m) \* q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ f1 u1 M+ X& g$ JPerhaps they never will. |
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