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w" {1 B& q; ~! d) g7 l8 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! D5 y2 f9 b. j& Y3 ~, N' e+ a& u6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# i, O1 V4 B! V) q3 Z& r$ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, M3 s0 y1 K0 b$ u. H( z5 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& V. q* ^& @/ ^" w5 q6 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M! U& e# Z9 i( t' {2 c+ _6 D7 g5 i$ O
How you suffered for you sanity, - R# Y# ?/ W5 L( H5 F* k+ E3 G
How you tried to set them free,
' r7 A6 o" S% R( j2 M7 {) n% @9 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) p% k$ t4 m& m" q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' U3 R% C. R# k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ j/ f8 W, ~9 W0 \$ s+ }4 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . V* U2 {6 v, R$ t N+ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + R' e4 m, f" Z2 ^- }/ w8 C) \& h! _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' k2 p0 V i* g% U0 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ]& _! ^2 | ]: O' A0 p( P8 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 S" K3 K$ E+ l% u9 N; L* F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 _2 Q: T1 c' v3 {# x- [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + J3 p6 Y; L) L f: A8 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 W7 B5 s- L8 s3 _3 C2 C8 e6 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! Z# S; u0 b" c* ?. R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % L% S3 Y8 H9 s/ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 r$ Z3 r. ]; x1 G' j a
9 V. D, k3 U: }, ?9 A& X4 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ g. u3 O! s4 `$ I! ?: f& qHow you suffered for you sanity,4 e6 N9 d' p+ H6 D1 \
How you tried to set them free,
5 L* j% |# ~2 C0 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, & s5 C1 U( Z; P& C+ n! ^; @
Perhaps they never will. |
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