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8 o, G% T- ~( X+ V8 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . Q0 s) Z( d6 s5 G. a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / c- [% @/ p" h3 x* T [4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ u$ r9 I9 j9 i/ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# k6 n3 K! s: Z- [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( F2 v+ I# J; z L9 ?& d* M0 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, - y5 k- l6 q6 b" O/ v1 {
How you tried to set them free,
( v2 N( M- }3 ?: a/ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ?9 Q; `8 k) ^; [3 u, o, j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 i$ j3 i5 R$ H2 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
b2 l0 W' C/ C+ R6 f A GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 U- T9 G& m0 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 @; ~+ Y0 p. B0 `- H0 z0 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 s( S7 P1 H% C, gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % b1 L. W+ j$ S3 [0 r5 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # o( |6 L' S4 w" {1 W! f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ u! T( ~! R7 O9 j) x6 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% t, b' P4 R3 N6 N4 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * v( S7 Q+ Y# q- D; ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- k) {/ G5 C& PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Y4 j# t7 E' J( S5 Q
0 z/ U. L/ t S o8 Q( GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* `4 I8 q* L1 T4 e( U" lHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 V! ~* F- u% {6 M6 U! R$ IHow you tried to set them free, " i9 `) n3 K( c$ X7 \4 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 n7 `( T2 t% |8 J# DPerhaps they never will. |
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