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2 \' j& y8 \5 Z" oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ b" o+ @7 D4 D G0 a& cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' A5 @) u+ g( d& gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& c- L! A) v' g/ [& w7 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. U5 s: | X1 G+ dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' v l- [) Z1 ~8 Z4 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 G& n' F/ e( w( r4 |$ e4 L" V) m2 qHow you tried to set them free, 5 x; F- o: V$ Y, ~0 t( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - D& n5 _) z$ R& @" W4 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' R5 h* o1 I% gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 E. }- i8 H8 j9 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 {( e; |/ L- T+ W0 Y7 ~' BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. M8 Z% V' _4 S
5 I. Z B: w) L' f4 O5 q1 m0 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 D6 K$ L. Q' U/ S+ Z2 v. rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! N; g: Q% l, z# B. KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 a7 z" \/ F Q: e- EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 ]/ z6 h9 n. i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 p% D( A5 i9 F4 Y4 s3 R: F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : @# G& X, c# m" [7 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 a& |" O1 l3 C, F1 r: d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . P9 C" C/ [+ U( F) H9 K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & J8 n( C( ^' t' M
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 d& \+ F2 K; m" lHow you tried to set them free, 1 F) C1 v5 e6 h4 B' E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
S1 v0 r3 w! X. _0 BPerhaps they never will. |
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