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: |! b7 ?9 t- lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 L$ o5 S) b9 z7 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
o" Y& q" A- \! _& p' X7 j! GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 u# w5 a& I8 \! K9 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# g" ]& v- A. r6 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" N2 ~8 i) P4 L# E/ F0 j5 Y6 @* ]: C. dHow you suffered for you sanity, ' f" z! q* N9 Q. |/ k( E& S& _
How you tried to set them free,
8 b* K- j2 Q: G4 e" mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R) P. @) F9 M+ v7 G% G6 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 P' L/ H# m1 v g7 N6 w; h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! {$ G+ a4 [4 h1 D5 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! i- E5 {/ x9 q1 ?4 h) vWeathered 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,
2 H# s9 ^% V+ { j! w7 j. P0 b- GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & Z' [& F+ d" i9 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q( }) |2 ]3 |1 ^2 o4 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' O: |3 ] _4 I0 y& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 {' a( A+ h1 }+ ^! M9 N
0 Y2 }* {4 w% D% C9 h# s9 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' h! `0 n0 J- ~" ^ y( U5 K6 ]* LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U7 L# d; C; {: ^ V- J# y0 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! d' K T1 _. ^9 }; r* |& NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 S* a$ t" A2 m! }/ YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ^& Y9 |" q5 x4 ^- d' uHow you suffered for you sanity,8 m9 o9 @7 W* v" j1 ~% l
How you tried to set them free, & F2 `/ U Q) S5 z% D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; e, q0 D) y# [) i3 rPerhaps they never will. |
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