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) {7 y, m! _4 Z. {$ N! BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! c& B+ C) j( _! y* e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L% [9 j$ h. d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( n g: z- a% K' Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% [+ A+ h" \! @+ u' JNow I understand what you tried to say to me, ?2 z3 {4 O) W0 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 z; g$ M5 [; n7 e9 _' e7 ?
How you tried to set them free,
: }* Z7 o3 e3 L5 }( AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - v0 \8 o) U" s/ O1 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d! y( V5 h) q- ~. I3 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ I4 q- t) Z. Q0 y, ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 W+ J X' C) [4 y1 @/ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : C( k0 K2 Q* @" s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ P7 T; u# |" @# _6 p% {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: Y i+ E- f7 y2 }( AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 }# Q2 L! [3 e6 L% e9 R) Y. cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, \) a8 W( x5 V5 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 x$ L) ^ z/ \/ j3 W# L3 }/ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( \8 n0 W4 d8 O$ j) i+ nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L1 \) D; h- h! O* ~" X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) a: U% @0 I0 S8 j0 ?9 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : F! T8 k, d0 m* y* p( {
/ o/ m; u, a* m" sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + s/ Y& v9 B7 x% T8 B7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,! b" S+ E1 W3 L! q) F3 z
How you tried to set them free, h9 b' v: W: N) c! I/ @2 O1 N" a7 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 }0 |! X4 ~% I) ^' D3 j1 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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