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- {# h, R& h( h9 b& c7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : a) U( z7 L# Y" { j4 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m- Q$ F3 t7 }# t, T6 W% y$ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ a1 K4 Z, V6 _" v$ Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 w) f; z3 U& b/ L* {1 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 D3 R; C0 k- L# V4 m2 XHow you suffered for you sanity, - a! w& V+ h2 C0 v
How you tried to set them free,
/ b- p; N& R) a8 I5 I4 w- L- IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - }# n4 S# j7 m% s2 O. @4 E X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; P/ B$ d8 m" p; K; ^& x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, S, {& Z# D! \# I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ C$ A% X; S6 e/ `5 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ y8 T# k( E& U6 B/ o5 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 e) r2 q& G, J7 V* P5 l1 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' @. B8 A! w8 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! [! _4 v) z) i/ [But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ]0 m7 u7 Y2 K3 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 P' |- ?2 y. h5 M% H3 }2 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 }% i9 y: s# VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( t3 ~+ I) q+ F1 M) k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 b0 g( v6 T* K! V* v" F. \; u2 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * d* y5 A8 V: D# L! j% i" G" ~
) D7 t* n. P1 j7 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. a. D, K) o) C* ^8 RHow you suffered for you sanity,5 _# y! G, m7 o7 g/ H: V
How you tried to set them free, % N$ y/ G' A% P+ M: W) h8 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 v- W% x6 A5 H# S( JPerhaps they never will. |
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