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' f; r& F Y- F B% Q. A5 EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ^2 q& u3 d, m; NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 m# I" b0 c% E6 u$ W) e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" d: m+ }/ }4 f! q; @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: c6 _) e+ ~6 F* w; oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 c/ X# W, W% `" k7 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
M' ?% C* j' M$ v! W2 ]How you tried to set them free, 7 q- W6 l. x/ j& G+ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. u% F8 y8 I& B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) l' e0 ]: g' s4 f6 W3 n4 a3 J! a7 O6 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 x5 n; z% {5 y6 G) f% F Y/ A% B" n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. L+ E* {( ]% K) D3 \0 r5 E/ }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,
8 P9 ]/ g; k/ @( ^, oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' @# C2 U) s' a& S. b p$ d% eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Z! M/ R# a( nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 @! B& K: }, ~& F" h/ t uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & _" S5 R* R' D
6 F$ M# B/ E# a S- rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * s/ }2 n8 _) p" ~. R( e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ?; ^+ X R, p/ |# g- e& BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 S2 J# O! Y$ e8 I& ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 P2 w9 a. }( p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ K2 p+ \: T- p
How you suffered for you sanity,( Y* D( ?% t1 h
How you tried to set them free, . Z" h5 h( f6 N2 Y1 o% J8 z W4 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 |5 P1 g7 l$ e; JPerhaps they never will. |
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