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. P# I2 J$ s8 K: z& [4 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ |5 Y, I; x( G& a9 n4 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 p- d6 }: Z* ~1 t, M& {( V4 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Q5 t A. `: ^7 q/ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% x- _. x) C; E1 @2 ]; E3 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me, k+ I$ A+ B1 g, \0 W/ ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
' G! j9 b! Q" jHow you tried to set them free,
7 _& Z% o7 g* S9 P) ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! Q4 N3 i1 }" x9 X" f2 D; ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ~ B; s$ E; {7 Z7 r+ Y3 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! b- H2 J [5 J4 c7 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 s9 {4 t/ L q) g ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* M8 n/ O# y0 x! ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 s7 G- ?3 ^& k& r# S* T, FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& C$ C! k0 o) _8 S% m& V! FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # T" A# S" G. f( O
But I could have told you, Vincent, " n* g% Y% i1 t8 U Y( e) J% a0 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . q$ }' P# }; d# i
) x2 x) D8 j1 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 E7 _/ T+ f1 w$ L5 ]* @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' r% V& p. h: N+ rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 W- Z) n* _. d3 }1 {; q7 `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,
+ J) S9 }, @: Q/ L" w2 }How you suffered for you sanity, X( s& j* c1 C( ]: A/ }% y- ^
How you tried to set them free,
. Y0 K A$ E# V, g+ {9 `+ {( b0 _0 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 i' g$ ]4 ^6 C7 APerhaps they never will. |
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