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5 s1 m! }2 `/ f- |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" V* v9 w6 o7 L. d) [& YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 V- q1 ?4 N9 U6 `0 |& b* Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- \; j7 c& S" L8 b5 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : t) C) Z9 W" K; M% O2 N% g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- @) e0 z& S, {$ OHow you suffered for you sanity, + B% K9 u9 {$ K$ x# U, i! ^
How you tried to set them free,
# d& B! i' p0 |! g3 g% xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 I' D8 r6 ?0 a: s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ v8 T0 H, g X4 B; rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
@& Y }7 O4 h) D0 M( |( K8 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " X0 @% ?0 b& j" Z* M; L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 r, R' m& O1 t" Y, F# x7 F3 X
+ N# I* q; I' u) _3 U. PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! q: W2 U6 w7 o r% s( W+ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y! t! r- v# D9 E$ Q% v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; [* W& p* g/ @0 V+ s8 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; I* d& M; V/ K" o& U( n% z4 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : D& X0 Q1 p( n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! s2 c: R1 \( k/ V1 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ?" C7 d- w# v) \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 N/ n9 H. Z, y- z2 i: gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. h# F; V# R% s' }$ O$ U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 |, D2 S+ G- ]' ^, F. |How you suffered for you sanity,
$ v+ T+ F9 l& nHow you tried to set them free, 5 b/ J( x' o& S5 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) p. M) P: k4 Q9 k; ?8 _% {
Perhaps they never will. |
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