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% D& M4 I: y; V6 u* v, M1 v* rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# V0 K4 H7 t) H; E/ t* q% C' c K7 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( j P) \0 {( b$ h5 \" U* [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* a0 B( i7 s/ w7 T7 Q2 K/ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# F6 u6 [9 M' F8 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ?! @9 ]' l! B3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" N, j: b2 Y8 R) t8 zHow you tried to set them free,
6 H) \4 V1 m4 u1 B. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 l4 K: M! i" a f9 a" j8 m& B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 S. Z8 k+ W8 O9 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( K+ x7 h. R: N; RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q' [9 \. K: A6 V( |5 W3 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H% T" F6 p* e8 V( y& E IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Z# |4 c- [2 m7 S2 E, @# jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 Y+ N+ q+ }4 z- g$ Z! U8 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, & J4 r) @# t0 g9 z2 i x6 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 s# M# `1 D' Y8 T: t, [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ^! s* J: {, m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! C8 g1 s+ {2 E' F) } ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" a0 E" U( R3 @( rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 r7 Q/ u; e v! S0 U
( |& U- Q/ w$ V" Y9 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * i+ ?* l# a9 ^! {. ~: Y& |
How you suffered for you sanity,5 \* n8 s( o* S! v2 ?
How you tried to set them free, . F9 r8 U! J+ I1 ~- p
They would not listen they're not listening still, T6 ?# m; D; N- V/ b) \: p
Perhaps they never will. |
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