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4 q) n) X2 V5 M5 j; r5 ^) LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 Q) |( I5 l( t# r) j ^! Z8 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 [' G$ E% L8 _+ F! B! F/ B" TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( h% r: d- K) gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ^( \! o$ e* \0 f$ x4 d5 B1 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 i$ p4 n! W# I; |+ Q5 {2 a+ ]How you suffered for you sanity, ' _9 d3 {# p' ^4 A" C9 u
How you tried to set them free, , l9 Y* D$ X) Q% L0 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ H L% I" n" b9 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 o$ G9 V5 }* ^3 Z8 Q7 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 N' p: w) b9 K- w% J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! C% }. r; _3 [2 n% X9 I9 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , T: I: t2 ~! l7 n% G0 h2 E. G
8 ^. q; K! v5 a* n1 ]5 o% L/ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / J8 L: N$ Z* ]1 W9 m- K% w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, N6 o5 f3 t0 N; o; f0 z6 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 @/ [: e$ P2 U* u3 B3 W/ w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% D" Y d: @1 @ G, W5 x8 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; P& q! f4 B; }! t1 q0 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 C. ^% e+ e5 C( G0 R6 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Q5 I) L/ `7 _: O7 l/ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ h; n \% f1 F/ s0 b* hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 |+ D, b1 r- c0 J5 N7 p# M8 Z1 Y5 [0 j9 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 x* v/ q5 i" _0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
" M6 x* R6 }# _How you tried to set them free, ( H1 Z: S+ X" d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 u, X& B) B0 _5 U7 D: vPerhaps they never will. |
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