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; G2 R p$ w9 M3 @" w8 {' {$ LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 `# l8 T* g7 K* mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F1 l' X+ _2 z! n4 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" \5 L2 }' p$ ]" WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # c3 D1 K4 }* } _* R. u/ k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# |; F8 e# J+ r& e9 _6 o! zHow you suffered for you sanity, # d. E6 o% p, ]' A" D
How you tried to set them free, 2 G9 w0 o q: Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. R) V4 `8 Q3 T( o$ i# X% KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
}$ G) [" b3 [* o3 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# H" O! l/ g4 x A$ A$ M8 [, HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 O( x* w! G* y& W& U* f' E! C+ p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c- e4 a; M: E- O2 Z }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 s. E ?; p6 B* E0 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % P8 y7 i/ c6 R: b |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, Y& ^1 `( d3 D! k& V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 w" c' r+ Q/ B1 Z0 f7 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 F, V2 ?9 n. W" N$ [8 b
: \, m x# E, H- s# sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - @4 k+ R: {6 [$ ]% F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / E0 W5 k8 N' y' X* `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) l% X- ?5 P+ f2 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
x l5 I N6 M u; |1 \$ U: A ?5 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 X( D! w( W5 `2 c' ^5 iHow you tried to set them free, . l) j4 y$ G; i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 d1 y* E" v6 k# d$ c bPerhaps they never will. |
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