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. b% L) @8 T1 K5 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( j a+ K/ R/ F8 e4 D' Y8 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' o* x) h$ L# j+ j" X1 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, E# a& m& `" e+ H }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' U- D i1 l' @3 q- oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' |. `+ |* V0 X- s2 k! X! h2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ~9 }+ f, ^& F7 \6 f- J- ^How you tried to set them free,
" ?) V7 D* |4 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ w" m% u' o* T+ d2 G8 i5 e& R5 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' }( d% O4 A! L8 A3 H& M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( [# I" J5 }! i8 N; V7 j, q1 }' P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 f8 U+ h. l1 e# y3 A7 D) C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 i, _0 Q: ?$ I. e; M
6 ~& j+ H) [' M0 M' [7 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ]; A5 l3 I. x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % [, ]6 @2 v7 {; f- b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 C& J; E# x/ P- O! G BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ `& j. v/ g4 v8 l) }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 d; M+ D- g' f; D) d& c9 G6 `& }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / r/ r- e. R1 E! K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( A7 n8 x" J' |4 }) `: GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + B9 Y" V, `' ~1 y) Q) b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - v r: m% P/ g! y$ n, V
! S4 t! R' Z6 k0 t9 ^& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 i4 o5 n$ S! Y. j8 D; OHow you suffered for you sanity,
& }! b: T' k* I6 a6 yHow you tried to set them free, $ p5 f7 r% |9 ^5 N1 @0 U( {8 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 S; j7 Y: U: q: |* ], `' \9 VPerhaps they never will. |
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