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) F9 x9 P" W/ R0 t) x7 U mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) D0 R5 H4 x& }, p, H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 @: `5 n4 Y* F; t' x" iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 H' e" {/ X" M/ D" b* L) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : {6 _. v' W3 Q. F3 X+ k( I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D( ]. A( `# U. l" D. y+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, " x) H+ a6 |! V1 s, }0 S
How you tried to set them free,
5 z. b' W: O" W& XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( @1 `) ~! q" b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " I$ p3 Q( }% I4 S' d3 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 F" f8 _ ?+ o$ u" T y; y, c1 g: Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 [3 V1 [/ u- Q w& e4 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( f8 n5 d4 A3 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& g* D6 P* n: k4 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, V l1 o$ q: s; yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # X! H u/ g: M" C! i
But I could have told you, Vincent, # E3 y2 [3 y* s! R, ~5 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # `! R: j5 u. z+ l% r, K7 J
* R: D" t! ?! e% aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 \6 v/ X* ]) s: RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) U* n- `8 s. S8 u8 v% K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - [0 E8 y$ T" l0 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Y2 _) ~9 d1 H# ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ~+ v" c- t6 K6 o4 `How you suffered for you sanity,+ E/ ^( }4 J: q! F# M
How you tried to set them free, ) L# E+ m: A% U+ z, }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# q) F2 x2 j) x5 [* m$ |9 ]9 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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