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5 C& |1 B' `% L6 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, b9 a% V" s7 A" z& {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Z9 w9 W7 ]7 E- AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 {4 `' ]5 b- k2 o8 \3 l9 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " \* K+ x! O; T3 N1 K, [% c2 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( b# R3 R! I% a6 o, D& C# h/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 g# ~3 H- ^& u$ w5 s: Q5 YHow you tried to set them free, ! M& V! o0 T6 S: W# x9 U t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" I1 m) ^) Z4 z9 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. b. \' R3 |6 q: b. oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) G9 o$ D0 F2 N" SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, @9 }8 C# N' y, i1 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 V2 n* \* p) E! M3 c4 a( |" X/ X4 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ X( g8 \# h+ N/ y3 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' S7 M- I. ^6 S2 A- A$ ]1 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, s) Q, r! _% m* E- {, b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& x8 Z9 _% I% M Z, }8 x# IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # @0 V3 S. J! q
: f! O* a: G+ j/ l0 N5 Y0 R1 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, l" M+ H: o( y7 f+ R2 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ]$ ^" t0 Z3 [! Z$ ?3 T" @, |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ M9 c) p5 Z$ ?. c; x! l$ G- C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a& p! g( e1 i: O9 d: O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. P: X# @2 J+ r& CHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 J, D$ J0 `2 w( n0 ]) O L- YHow you tried to set them free,
. h" J3 a; q; s8 ~# _They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 ?' m4 |7 u* A$ R" NPerhaps they never will. |
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