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' b& \7 V0 o6 g+ C5 ]! y0 o- tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ i2 V9 N& W+ v& e8 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * h9 B+ a' Q/ ]: x- K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. F( p j( c$ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: q% K8 C# S) `9 R( {! TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) ?% Q) V% }' I0 Z6 k3 O) L
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 G& j" q- y5 a+ r$ rHow you tried to set them free, . u+ ~+ W2 `6 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, E$ i2 C( G) |% G" ?" PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Q+ ?! u7 x \+ i5 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 H% [' k4 g4 b$ M2 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 s0 z/ g3 _7 e+ F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 g* p, n6 u/ C( F% R) }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 D4 ~( {- M1 H$ x" qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% N$ l7 o. t$ ?$ M9 T$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do, - @- X! T. k) i& P! D1 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- G5 O% L: Y8 N( J3 z5 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 |/ c: k& h9 W ?1 f" \( |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 [& B2 }! ]6 K/ c% j3 T! ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e; H F7 v6 V) {( f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 B ]! V, R Q- j7 Z4 q
. l. `$ t" t& lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 X( r! z' r8 z O+ P$ |How you suffered for you sanity,. b4 f/ V3 Z5 p$ j, N) S! L
How you tried to set them free, . w5 H$ S, W+ M* {# C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 |! r8 C7 j9 V1 \) I, E* Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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