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" j: S u% `0 y0 l8 @4 K/ WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' g+ }2 S0 `. F9 K. `! z$ U0 D* yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 h, Q$ \1 O7 \" _- ^0 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; j, K$ r! q l. l, l, BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ B8 `" s- L' T3 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 m; u! s! C3 N8 X0 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 l0 d3 {' @$ FHow you tried to set them free, + l- |9 t8 N4 H/ s2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , i! g2 @, o% E0 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 R. K' I% ?2 N* z# LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; d" n2 ]: y- D+ i9 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / t/ E7 }& Y7 c0 U$ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Q$ y* R7 {* o R7 D$ D3 \7 b5 C
+ g1 ^* h. h+ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A/ F* [3 k2 v# f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 t& y- N2 J( c* C3 m/ W2 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Y9 ]! V1 w6 A3 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ U7 @ W/ v/ _% e9 L4 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ~9 R6 D* c5 W7 w6 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. A+ d& |! f4 O) p% O7 o; i( N& QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
h! y0 Z( Y* Y" G9 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m; a- W! t2 ]" V
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# a1 H" D E: aHow you suffered for you sanity,) r! D% v* [6 N, r4 Q
How you tried to set them free, 6 q" |$ |" W: [; q" O3 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) z" o M% C$ L8 m S, x. a/ h$ n: {
Perhaps they never will. |
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