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' X; Y; |9 l( i8 W0 X% T& yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 d5 b2 Y% z& @6 [, k* j! |9 \$ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( [ k K4 Y3 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 M& g, h# O7 A; K) F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& | q7 U$ n6 ?% eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 P/ z/ b4 Y+ jHow you suffered for you sanity, . E7 H* J$ H: ?2 L" e
How you tried to set them free, i% y6 y; A& L3 y, M A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# {$ K; ]; p: |& N( \. g1 K: @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Y& G! H9 g8 t5 r; B, O+ VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 p$ M' J7 [( g. H- X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% A2 Z8 O& Z& j) m; v* X% g9 \6 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 p7 a. v/ f- ^4 d" m u* g! R9 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% T ^7 C" z+ B) n4 R) O5 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 b; q& O) z* V0 H- M! S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' J" |# n) T; v* R- p
But I could have told you, Vincent, + M3 f# _0 o1 h0 O2 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( w: K2 L- c6 @! B/ z4 ~1 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ A: J/ T$ B5 l( x6 R# eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; |7 a5 F2 u0 A/ S: S0 L% }$ A2 g1 z$ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ y3 @+ @7 W' V1 D$ y, [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ c. [) _1 e* ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( y" |3 Y. y8 w1 v
How you suffered for you sanity,. s" a2 v C! a5 a
How you tried to set them free, 7 J; L6 @% X( s) z; i9 p0 {3 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, # l, A8 J' h4 n1 A# J. `/ y2 Z/ w
Perhaps they never will. |
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