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6 }, K& ]& W! \4 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 v( x# \5 \2 n) H: Z: tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 G# u7 z$ s5 j l3 D, XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N7 g" @' ?2 z# |& B6 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + f- @& v( m( x* \ h' f; j9 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
`- W8 I, ^. J; N9 W( g7 b: c9 o. zHow you suffered for you sanity, $ h) x# ]6 f- l7 O
How you tried to set them free, Y# J3 x7 y. n7 J: b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 M0 j& l9 x* Y, Q; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ y1 @# ]: L+ ~9 Y) @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * F8 P9 ^) ^& x6 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' H. @& N7 n1 u! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( h+ x7 h u: |- Z# b8 F# UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! W* r* Y) n B7 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# t) U( z% l0 F* RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ Q# C: G3 C$ ^! {, C3 i- ?But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 H; j9 V$ ?( T& g, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 ?8 }) [3 U1 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! b. ?5 [$ B" i/ C9 n9 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % X# s& K6 f2 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" M: Y v) n( W+ ?6 g! fThe 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,
# D* g+ R+ l5 K7 a- a/ cHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 D- A+ ?) _6 X3 YHow you tried to set them free, ; C) Z& V" o1 m! a: u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" D. ~9 `5 V/ h+ @9 `1 L! v8 qPerhaps they never will. |
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