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6 O+ r; l0 S" C$ x* P" q8 p8 M, HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 O3 w" S/ E5 v- MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 R' I2 F$ O& O8 ?, ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 P" H, _3 S t6 Y( W1 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 L0 h( @0 J! i1 }$ r( JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 o) b& _% v# ~- R0 P" mHow you suffered for you sanity,
, n/ @' P( z/ F uHow you tried to set them free, 6 C: w2 |6 a2 D- ]3 P: W+ }7 \9 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 Q/ _& f u3 J* j: Q% LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , t1 A' v0 j( \4 X8 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . L) q( u( y) j" a4 G8 z9 K7 X+ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v6 v7 q- S& l- a# g$ eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% p& A9 I1 o1 \/ u5 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 \3 n' ^# P" H7 O# S4 I+ I) FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : p+ N3 h$ p2 X& G& l0 x) T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& N$ U6 u" i7 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( X' W5 `) ?# ]' [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( |7 ]5 c* r+ X* ?" M7 h
7 Q+ \/ p P1 H cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 x& B7 ?+ ]+ l: ^7 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. S- z' l/ z: \! J& D+ y/ iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; j" U' y# G+ v2 W& c9 r2 j3 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |8 H- h% q; q- D0 U
" k8 ~0 h& Z5 V3 s7 o0 o6 Y( bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) C8 ]; G* \6 [, e. tHow you suffered for you sanity,/ n2 ]& Z4 T& M
How you tried to set them free, 5 G! M& E( E a' r# q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' E* [3 [7 F! Z$ L+ UPerhaps they never will. |
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