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9 ^4 m- y( N& F- _" cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . d1 g4 \9 E9 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ?* P2 q" h& k: j, m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 n& Y( A7 ^$ q v# q! uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / {$ D, `0 {+ a: p! l% j' l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. `1 Q, g0 w% Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ R5 Q# ^/ R8 r+ C$ ~How you tried to set them free, ! ~. B5 u Q# H7 A4 `+ H D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & a- x X1 d0 H0 o R; i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W2 t5 P% y) T& C+ v, jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ?/ |- `: i2 J a# B0 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K/ U/ [/ ?3 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 W( _; d/ A5 P' R C: W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ J- @# g. G) h! C+ s% e* fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: }/ ]( O; r( i9 ^- G2 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 _# K5 V C, e9 a; a
But I could have told you, Vincent, * S$ I& a% X4 Q% k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( k% P# ?. Y# @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% P1 j9 y3 W8 S7 C( e/ m2 ?; w* DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _' c, k5 [0 [' |* `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f8 c! t, O* e. q6 }" N9 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ [; p% v/ g* W" I
: n4 ^9 E3 R' |" QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! P \, S8 {$ F0 a' c
How you suffered for you sanity,
' `* `9 K; }! o$ _- a- bHow you tried to set them free,
# v$ M, e# R- u- r! z' u: {1 ~% wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; v) L7 Y7 v6 |: j9 c$ BPerhaps they never will. |
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