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; R4 G* f4 [' h5 w2 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( C/ c8 i2 J! eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * c! f- u4 C/ E" U S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 J3 M* T. g9 q$ tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . a* k6 r* C; F. w- N( C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: j, M3 Z* z; V- G5 jHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 z2 D& J% G/ B4 {
How you tried to set them free,
: e$ ]9 H2 r1 \ p2 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ N, q W+ m+ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & {2 k5 C, r/ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 b& d1 N$ |! ]! L# n( i) HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& {% o' d2 x& e1 C, y' ^. IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 I0 O X) f. K9 W/ S' z. I& Z$ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 V3 g8 @& ^( bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 H- Q4 t! e9 r* t# gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R" Y" {+ d+ j7 l" G+ y! o6 o7 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, ?9 L+ m8 ]6 p5 q3 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 g* r+ B% f5 ]
+ ~0 O- Q* r8 i: K+ n8 w1 t* \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % y/ }1 C( B- O2 T8 a$ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~. \% B/ ^' Z9 k* v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ F/ c( C! v+ R7 {! j+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 M2 q9 d: {' m9 e; r! L- \/ T9 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! r0 c" l& t% E: B
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 g- { S4 f8 d9 t# d0 c" |! UHow you tried to set them free,
& l* Q7 U- h. Y! `/ p6 T- M, uThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; P, {- I+ s7 y5 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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