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$ F: ~2 y% m+ _+ Y4 }0 ]% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ S, n9 F& T+ F& @: K/ J$ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) |$ I* Q. h' i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% f$ n: g6 ]( A9 E9 o1 J+ \8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % J/ P7 @+ S# @$ `/ j7 t$ \8 K* b7 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 {& i5 X4 V3 ^; w4 f* q+ FHow you suffered for you sanity, ' X$ C$ z; [" J9 i& K% G
How you tried to set them free, $ w. C- [1 S+ G# `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; c3 W, b5 ?& w1 v% E- ?4 i1 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; @0 \4 K/ M3 P' u' ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 R& x' U% S" e% S" XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( o$ A! |+ ~6 ]+ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # C2 `& q) j4 P/ b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ }0 [* A/ g% H/ i& ]3 @, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* w$ P& B3 s+ VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 s7 w+ h/ L D: ]7 ]6 `; ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 o8 X+ N' ~& f3 |+ G8 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s7 X' U' Q& |7 p2 U# Z
2 O2 E# c l9 M/ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 j7 O+ G4 R0 _5 v/ s7 R" j+ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?* C: M$ {" A5 L. mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , k$ [# [2 o% W
The 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,
8 x/ v* Q$ c& g" D' iHow you suffered for you sanity,: P7 z$ t$ @: v$ l- }* s- O1 W! |5 y
How you tried to set them free, / r; j$ D& f; m. k- E( ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, % Z9 ^7 ]2 M8 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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