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. {* l8 n' `' [( P0 L4 h: oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* H3 C- k2 l) U% E; L+ z' ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* `; y, a7 C \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' P2 |% ^5 P! xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. X- Y! Y, j" N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) @! A+ _ Z' Y" i' ^# t8 IHow you suffered for you sanity, ! z& Z7 J& A! Q3 d1 k1 \3 ]: s$ H; J
How you tried to set them free, 6 i4 L" o4 ~1 T& |+ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ?: B- a! Q9 P" C1 a, W0 ?( IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 r# s9 n! H" ~9 O, m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 h, p( h8 W6 U) ?9 D7 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ v" t5 N! Z$ p% u. a' ?% E( B
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,
( f, J& L9 l4 K8 w6 \7 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 Z/ |2 M' W5 |2 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ n% i- [! Y3 a1 ^) p# sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! z. ]. k# N1 o4 {7 j0 ~ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) t' r4 U+ _- ~ T! A0 e5 Z* @
4 e7 t8 j- i) W: B7 U jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) k# U1 r U2 x% Q6 O, f t: nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' D u! `+ W/ v( c" {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ~( n; S% V3 D: I. a- s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / R [' X7 U+ t- g: G" X
" D) ^: B7 X7 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F+ W/ t- D8 D% _; c
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ~& e L, j) X# g5 ~' MHow you tried to set them free,
( Y6 t& \% A4 z% jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ w0 O8 D9 C- w) U% mPerhaps they never will. |
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