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' m: @# J/ P. p/ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " c V# s& h/ X [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 z2 H8 w" U8 u2 g' g* G q/ {6 @4 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ P D1 {4 G0 W! S# w. B, ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ~- `. w' o7 m( C! E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ^5 ]" S1 V! W( O9 WHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 K. O Z: H; Q
How you tried to set them free, 2 e- h8 m3 v* {4 C+ l0 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # I2 s+ T' e3 T0 P4 a0 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t6 D0 y; T- \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' R- n, Q. o8 g# X/ Z/ }0 R1 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: P+ \' b, b$ D6 _1 T. SWeathered 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,
8 K0 I- j- q$ O5 v- GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- P# o4 g/ q; a5 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 l% \. m$ C# \; R- B% H: RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ^2 M0 a m; w7 q; P5 _8 K' b% ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 y L+ t8 [) H% V1 I0 c9 w! S
`8 @2 X6 ]$ L( Y0 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' [: o2 _- O, r3 N5 B2 w6 ~) _0 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* q: _( C: S/ T: P, J' qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; T8 M1 ~. @0 W0 a7 x/ y% V! R" v( RThe 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, ; ]/ a! g# ^9 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
& T; U1 z- R* f7 {/ cHow you tried to set them free,
V i* K5 S" [- jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 f5 O2 x( B: o- |- s3 }! j( r
Perhaps they never will. |
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