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: ~+ \% }( y0 a' y6 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' l" R& t2 M: _/ f, Z, {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ c2 [0 s. W) S6 k! M# IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; m$ R) y$ Q% Z( G* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 T! ^+ w4 Z; w2 N7 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: O& V4 A: A) R
How you suffered for you sanity, / C( ]2 p/ \ u, Z+ m
How you tried to set them free, , b7 h+ b( }- S4 n; P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, z" k8 i" r; ~, H1 a' DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& h! H5 A1 u% }0 n4 b! H, W8 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. S& e. G+ [( i3 n# J/ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) w6 L+ b0 G9 d- ]4 t/ @+ tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" P4 [% _& z( g% l7 s# w0 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! m6 c/ W+ x$ ]6 ]$ k! E3 X3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ?. Z+ P- p$ a* w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 r# X2 a1 S9 t- iBut I could have told you, Vincent, / x* l) A' ^* n d, m" N! G" Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % e# L% x; R6 m: s) [ s
5 \ s' ?- z( d9 p- qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - U! n% z. A1 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( N0 C; d' R. r JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & |7 W6 B3 @( `; K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" U9 } ^; w$ ]; }4 Z$ _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / N% [' j d* g4 c* l
How you suffered for you sanity,7 _' u* K0 l* G' g; t
How you tried to set them free, 4 L" z+ h0 H' X) W9 h0 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* d7 Q+ Y% P' D. Z- DPerhaps they never will. |
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