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- [# G' _2 N" @: H# FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( \ x- m7 [9 `. u l4 R6 J$ g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, [, W b* {! ^; O# j* WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- \/ x$ I2 n4 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 p# ~' A3 p! D' lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! z3 s5 {& o1 m
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 c' u P7 i" {$ }1 H" f5 U
How you tried to set them free, 8 y( ?& _9 |8 N& U5 O) S ^8 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 l! [- T& F) I5 @6 ]: k% K6 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ g- a) v4 F* p* nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # M7 O" A8 {8 y: t, P7 K& b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 X/ T, z2 }; u; v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' o6 R0 O7 F1 I M; M2 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' ^" h) O2 m$ a0 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 \: {9 s" G: d& t" @3 h2 Y+ RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 a F+ u9 ?' d0 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 t! N3 S: R6 l1 o6 Q4 i% [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # m' k7 `; l1 a, u& k
/ P7 ~; R& q1 A2 @; M$ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% v& N3 T9 \9 Z: x5 r# AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , U3 G! ^8 o1 H6 \2 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ G! @8 A' `2 d, h" wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # V5 y. |7 N. D' V9 p6 a t% A# i; ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : z7 x5 [4 V7 Y7 H9 [0 k! j+ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
; `. M" j }. p7 sHow you tried to set them free, : C7 X, h9 K1 V0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# B1 Y: C) J9 \( C, APerhaps they never will. |
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