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1 I1 @( \* q/ Z; J+ l6 b* NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( _1 v5 S$ R7 }: b: F9 T; D& SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: h' v& @8 f7 T! n+ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 s; p# v- b! M: l* S( q! b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ [- R* ]4 [& KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ E6 S' d% l. I3 }" iHow you suffered for you sanity,
! r8 g7 ?8 }* N$ O9 |5 Y. l: [How you tried to set them free, % c( W# S" K9 j% q: B' \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / h& `' x' g' }" d! ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % d* d7 N F% d7 x0 I% n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 z* F& u! Z. A3 o9 }6 b2 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v* F* b2 I7 s8 R/ y5 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! P' O. q7 k' `# N) J9 G
# ~- W, y5 K5 Q- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( G" V! J' D: ?- D& ~. t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : u/ z0 [/ r# D: F4 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 `3 e2 c5 h/ m2 W5 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; s. O8 S% `2 ?2 t( k# h, ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l6 D. e4 z) ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 O& S: [8 b6 f+ Q RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 h5 I6 w# S$ ]3 R0 Q4 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + n) f7 @9 n( a) F7 ?
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,
/ @6 J' i- d5 T+ z+ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
# h0 p* \3 }- }' D9 ^How you tried to set them free,
4 t0 O/ s0 s6 }9 {! pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ b. V( q8 c3 X. E, vPerhaps they never will. |
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