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) T/ I1 h! j: D) w0 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ^. n+ [: E$ C6 a# ?% D5 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! M. q2 ]7 U' A6 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B9 N& i* p9 O6 L- _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: I( C- t( ?$ w/ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) c# I3 d7 x. e
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 S3 Q, G( L, v" ~, WHow you tried to set them free,
( L' w u" Z# ]* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w! v! K7 h1 v: jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # Q7 Q& G/ N* f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; }0 Z; r; K' {2 n" ?5 M) }9 e% f% ?: O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " f' ?2 H6 q# p$ `. m1 }, ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" n5 |% D) r0 o- HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 v+ j E6 o8 u: Z/ U5 k5 h9 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ~$ m2 C: D I, w
But I could have told you, Vincent, : }- `* C$ \0 H6 r6 {# W! H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; V3 M. Q; Y: W+ s% | \/ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 n2 k( i8 A& X/ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . p- z& d0 c& A/ ^- ]9 X3 C! J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 t ~3 K5 k( L4 Q& L+ y: _( o
The 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, ! |& B/ H4 |9 b+ e) _7 k$ R# n; b( S
How you suffered for you sanity,
& R b1 j. A$ T6 _/ VHow you tried to set them free,
9 q2 N+ c+ `0 w" iThey would not listen they're not listening still, * j5 b' U8 m0 {: G* j" }
Perhaps they never will. |
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