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- i/ a! o9 a5 \# K. vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 L* B. P8 D" v: b; g. F* h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! N& ]4 d: s1 P( j+ ~# j8 R& o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 z% G, L1 a: P7 Z& ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# A' ^1 z b0 Z. lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 ?1 S! H# T) Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]' `% @0 |, m# z4 P+ G" ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 v! k. b$ y7 i# c+ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 R: Y5 ~& T+ W+ k9 h% Y4 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 E2 i' W; j: V T' p5 K- @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* |5 U7 k8 d0 J; @6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 J7 {$ O4 M# |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ~. r+ H+ L7 u* [" M8 I& u* l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% ?3 Q7 l5 U& z7 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 A. }- l' c, j' p# {1 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ Z9 E% {7 | G% V1 C6 J fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 v; S0 A. `$ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. F- x4 W/ G& h" m; [
9 Q0 X: I! o# |' YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( [! R& ~4 `: q: N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 c3 K: |0 q" C1 V/ V) G* I/ o! RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* U' U t6 {: ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) h+ M' N B" X: L! ]How you suffered for you sanity,
8 H9 ]2 u* l1 O5 `- _ j, bHow you tried to set them free,
7 e7 P. \" E/ x# ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
; ]: e# C. H( T" {- ~Perhaps they never will. |
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