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' d; {4 g8 o& F" f1 a1 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * G% E0 D% r4 y+ n, R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, r$ u# |+ k1 g# I- P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ }8 [" T; Z4 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, x' ^6 V7 v: G6 m# XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) V2 B* u8 q( V& u5 e$ d) a2 A( p zHow you suffered for you sanity, z" g; [* z- X& b6 p8 }# l
How you tried to set them free, ; s6 X" `7 F' U! G& ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ~5 z1 p* K! S/ W# k2 s. I# S& y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ M- l3 v5 w6 S% E7 Q% d# o! _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 K5 c7 q; K P' X \" ~6 X: c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : \- P2 P% A. c$ x# G- C. ?: N, V
Weathered 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,
$ Z4 n+ \6 u* S& nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 a( N$ S1 p8 r1 ?! }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + [+ @& o$ V/ c0 ~. H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 c/ a# H0 X4 L7 [' G( @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % @2 `; z1 R& g! J
$ d! \* X, ?; Z: \! ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ]3 Z) |1 Q3 r r- \0 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 p3 m( r( o5 I, V$ v) \& fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' k/ n9 y7 Q8 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 R4 T' j3 j J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % u# Q& l( x# C. d! e
How you suffered for you sanity,- \, J5 z2 ]0 Z5 b
How you tried to set them free,
# Z9 a- p; z t/ E) DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ]$ p$ |4 }3 V( l0 vPerhaps they never will. |
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