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! P3 h# k2 g& j7 G UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ d: E3 }/ S/ RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 w M$ r* y9 _% w' U. _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: k2 C. e3 A! \. A+ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " S5 _2 d" L3 \# p* b5 j: u& X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 ~& y5 u% G4 n/ K+ B
How you suffered for you sanity, : f+ z- |: C3 @& \& O- ]2 u% j
How you tried to set them free,
8 { t* s( G0 C9 X; {5 g; rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~: L" H5 B0 T, N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! g8 b. b v* @1 i' c- q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , Q; d! B' V) r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& j) m6 I& C2 R6 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 t: P# n" y- B, Q$ B. q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 N2 O3 {( E# E2 Q- O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) c9 ~$ t2 L/ X0 S5 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ w% F1 k5 O, OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 P$ D4 e' c- P' X6 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) I' w" l& ^! `) C& }! g2 S: `# v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; |$ j, ?$ P/ j+ S1 b$ O! L3 P4 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ]4 N7 _* V/ p7 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) d- q6 r; [. A1 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 V5 |, q1 ~- C; @' r" q" W) l( r3 W1 D: \
0 G, W4 i6 p( R8 _4 W) _& w9 [/ \0 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * l! `# K4 q& C2 e: M: W3 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
# K9 _" W* o5 F3 ~How you tried to set them free, # s: F& u6 S( |4 w5 E7 ]& K
They would not listen they're not listening still, " z) A1 Y- A Y: l0 ?' I
Perhaps they never will. |
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