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/ \9 O5 d% Y0 A$ T2 O4 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. r c; o/ S) v( e( A) ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v$ }5 g' Q4 k. Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Q) H* [( W3 R- f/ y0 G. w* _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % p5 H: V9 @- y+ w: U) H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. E! e( q4 c) x8 ^- U. n
How you suffered for you sanity,
: H1 h& v) Z1 B6 v0 T) WHow you tried to set them free, ; P% n4 F7 [1 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; d; p+ h+ t+ a! T& h# g9 s- wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: w8 U$ u/ W, J, {1 _; I) aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^4 y3 n# v) |* D2 B) o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r# I0 _0 ~+ k. ]& R. XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 @- e! b7 E# Z- u9 \5 n
. u k* R% K6 V7 a% UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : f1 x( t. z* a( q# Y6 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * X& s9 X2 Z0 C8 ]# y- o) @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 R$ S q. C c7 m- ?8 D% lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ t ~0 m' Z! u* TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G( h ~' S B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : I" J- N, K: p, v2 D! x# Y- r& A4 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 ^5 n" D" z! v) g4 x A: `( a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: g' ]9 v# }3 D- x, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 b/ c' a. N9 T" q4 P' a3 V; jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , L1 \, u4 q/ r l
How you suffered for you sanity,4 [# p& |* ]% H# N* J+ E
How you tried to set them free, 1 i! j% u/ e- O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* I" A! N9 D: C9 r: r& jPerhaps they never will. |
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