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' t! b! A9 S% o# j9 y: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& W8 W2 a1 E9 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , L+ g& t" J4 [7 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 y% n ]* O5 J, a( |! y) d1 L$ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; |; w) b* ^" V7 y' j3 n, C+ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 p& [ Z7 e$ Q$ V" w$ d6 @) _How you suffered for you sanity,
) c* w+ w6 Q7 b) [. [% CHow you tried to set them free,
5 F1 c; V& P: {9 V0 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . r* v c% m; ?" L7 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # x! R$ z! R" P4 M s- c2 `- @* a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ U9 I- n; x% d. X6 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ^5 N* b* J4 o- I- P: GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ u4 e* }3 c+ E2 V* rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' q- A6 `8 r% V1 o% a: Z. p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / l- U& K" R2 G j; K7 Z) q9 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ?4 T) i( A ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
# w8 P* V5 b" |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; z# d. u X+ N( @. ?7 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; P6 {+ _, R9 P( g, G" ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ e# o' h9 m$ x1 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ~& u; q9 \0 m+ VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ s% Z& N' ~6 |& w7 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! `8 V6 c2 L$ f2 dHow you suffered for you sanity,% G4 O$ E% r' ]- i0 ?; K
How you tried to set them free, 3 B& M: N4 D, S6 l' c/ N- [ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( ]! ?9 Y9 Y0 ~1 R6 I3 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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