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' x- u. R4 B. \ l5 R/ g* nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / H; J* ]4 f8 N$ z# b6 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * {+ x& ]) @- N% L3 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) F: x! K( t- U5 b8 H2 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ^! O8 Q: I! A1 V) d9 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 i! v/ G9 u5 lHow you suffered for you sanity, " o( t6 \& H* C j$ }- n
How you tried to set them free,
: }" |5 I8 \4 o$ Q, o1 N |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 i! k# ~2 J, F- L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) g7 T# D3 W) g; q) i0 F$ k0 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& }* W9 }9 Y6 F) P, k8 z) J% h( o* yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Z3 B; u A- b7 z8 i% v6 p) K( UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( a q. P$ ^& ?# U) Q9 |# mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" `" W; M9 S% M( @) c# wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 A3 u5 l# T& g; \" hBut I could have told you, Vincent, , v7 G# q3 q# D# c i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ^ ^% Y0 q# i0 s: v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ^; i( `8 r, V7 v- O5 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ~2 O& y9 s+ R- u3 }+ |7 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ~8 X1 ?& K7 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 C+ Z0 g6 A5 U: j
4 m4 t# c6 \8 @6 e9 O2 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ~% R9 Z5 w2 @! [* O: z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 K) v1 x o( {, S3 yHow you tried to set them free, |: @6 M0 S" l e; q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
W$ u' \( P1 W1 r4 dPerhaps they never will. |
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