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: F& O( j$ h( Z- O$ w% K' M3 ~: K' ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) b8 ^! P& r: ]) l7 w/ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 e" ~: ]: |8 N1 X6 b z8 F+ E5 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# N! ]* [7 Q$ \# x* p5 o+ Z2 f" A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 k X! d% X' ?8 K2 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& j3 m& }+ ?0 f* t! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
- q! }3 U# k: v" C2 U* tHow you tried to set them free,
+ `" Z7 k) k/ W8 M3 ]+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 ~+ ]% P+ Y/ Z3 G) E' n" B/ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 N9 f. J& Z o" U0 u! w: {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 k) H+ e X$ m( K pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! d* v% i C! Q7 v# D" u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, \3 K4 h/ _/ l* v& eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 ]( ^9 i6 J) O9 E: ^# U; P2 L6 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # r; U% e7 g- E. t6 D6 v/ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, j" V2 `+ S, _" D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v* s$ z2 Z( q* @$ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ?# F8 N4 r" F% }: M
1 @$ y+ \+ b6 R2 r" PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& C0 F8 w. |( W# y- _( [& S2 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; u: W3 @ u, s; h2 d( [4 ?" o6 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, j1 `$ F* B2 N* @- j( r1 ?1 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) A/ m' y4 q8 J/ i8 _6 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# |& s C/ J5 D& w2 u& C% N" iHow you suffered for you sanity,6 \& v. U! W& N
How you tried to set them free, / m) w9 U: z" H$ h8 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 z8 L5 y {$ n2 T5 X+ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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