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% S, H$ M" @1 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
b6 P: R! e# Q) x4 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 ~5 h* O* k' H" z& Q6 H2 D2 u/ C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ p Q- ^% e( W" e3 n) ]8 Z. q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 j, O7 u, l' Y# \" q! K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% j. u% D n K: E6 R5 B' wHow you suffered for you sanity,
, W. G/ j! e' |How you tried to set them free, 6 s2 ]" \( a& c9 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- u s- [& K8 X. k6 f. @. AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % s' E( T$ Q# P) P% W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + k0 |4 j2 q% [% U# H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ C2 f U7 ?. a* d6 |& b) KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 o+ r n y, o& {1 G- P$ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ W) `8 ]/ ]! u4 W6 x% EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 S9 Q4 E; ^$ I5 \8 X: l$ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Z2 P# H2 m9 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ]0 I) `3 |4 h" B* |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 e2 U2 V1 e- v: `" `$ b- R' t a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 r, D# k4 @2 C8 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 s- d W' F6 S# p, Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( j( Z" w5 r- C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 v. M0 Z" |$ K# q. Z6 @7 m" V
% o- Z! w7 b% N! r/ ~0 m$ G2 H: @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 U$ u( S6 t1 M) s+ h; Y6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,* E, r) g ^7 q$ Q, u
How you tried to set them free, 3 p7 i* Y2 u5 d' k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" Y+ v m0 Q5 k. s( p3 u9 Z& DPerhaps they never will. |
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