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% H8 b: Y- D. r; J/ t) nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^9 r" Y5 L; ~# D" e8 ] zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ d Z5 x- }; _- f# J9 s; }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 M/ F* R3 x2 z1 V$ P" a3 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 z& U$ `* N9 u+ k8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: y8 V; [; E& _% E+ M; U( J9 L5 h; ]How you suffered for you sanity, & L* T9 {( ~0 V, m. ]# d
How you tried to set them free,
, J( b) a4 n8 y$ Q! h# s) l7 k9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 d4 v. V1 |3 s/ J! I9 ?$ e9 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " m O) k C! {9 X0 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) v* K. r. a- s+ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' L1 z* z4 j: y9 q$ w) H* C8 hWeathered 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,
7 ^9 F) V1 Y% u0 B5 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : v" m& b1 m. J- ?( ]+ M2 ]3 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * R3 z% u$ F v9 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* t" c. k4 V) Q4 R3 m' c; ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 s0 p6 ?8 A) x* O; IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# C! j7 T( i2 d& N! o$ N n6 n, GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, y' v' i4 _7 ?; j& ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ x0 C+ k7 ~, H5 N3 w/ n$ MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' N/ E* }3 V+ m, d
n- e" L, m7 l2 S( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & {5 Z4 ~) G% \: T; u; H9 ~9 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
( E5 }) ~- L. k& cHow you tried to set them free,
" C9 y& F1 P+ v3 p" [0 b+ x/ RThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ?2 ?( u7 v7 I2 M, m! C1 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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