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1 h/ O# X: n1 m+ s; t+ ?7 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) h9 X# H; ~% f* iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 \# a; [' [9 r- S( C+ v/ M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 @1 C. ? h) N# ]& NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 [" o4 i/ i/ d" v2 X1 o9 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ w- }/ B# K$ p+ x: Q& J' R0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k5 b: `' ]' [How you tried to set them free,
, m- A# o0 `' V; oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + K! M* H: U' X% O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' u! y- u6 W( G( H3 T4 ]5 C0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 z1 P- y: M4 M% D: E1 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ~8 R; o7 y8 T2 P. }) W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & G6 ]- C' g; _: W1 q& d. z6 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ]. F, R1 Z i8 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ^$ ]0 {, `+ i5 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 z! L" ]1 l. H' v0 s# F' e9 i3 g0 {But I could have told you, Vincent, " Z- u- k; E' I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # N& X6 i# Z0 Z; J2 u
) l! |5 V- A& {9 t7 r6 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ?) Q8 E1 g# B* ~" C7 k% |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! l# b4 Y0 l) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I" @6 Y3 C& Z9 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 o! z% t8 C, W4 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 P! [; l* x9 ~9 p( g
How you suffered for you sanity,6 F& w6 l$ H# V* i { g
How you tried to set them free,
& }2 |" k) u/ A) dThey would not listen they're not listening still, / M8 s0 ^$ Q9 f4 m$ B5 g) Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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