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# Q/ b+ N) W3 a1 o- }$ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Y! f7 s1 }+ T8 ?3 k6 T/ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 K7 S- R: H, j2 @7 R) cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 C) j( F2 J# m @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t3 U* D5 {. j- z d. A% W7 j9 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 y! B: _4 N0 O% P- ~2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
* X1 p" {$ d4 K" ]6 c3 gHow you tried to set them free,
# C0 T0 v8 I2 ^: E, F+ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* h6 I( k, G1 {3 C; }7 Y% r: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. p9 S' T% H k, H. BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A+ j( }" G$ _' b3 k3 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
R$ _7 e2 ~ D2 q$ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 [; z% q5 {, M6 y: T, ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' u7 n; N. y, j- _5 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : k9 `/ P+ A8 z2 @! C+ i, a- K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 c* R, R5 e& l. J! iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 v$ |4 j }7 Y: b# o1 U! U( ]& V! nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 H& A* j' [3 A. c
4 W* G# l. r! h8 |. HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + f* ^5 j' q$ F' F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : V6 k2 {5 ^+ C# Z$ N W# t A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 y* W' h% s7 E' b8 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , s! M0 B' K6 [$ d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - v* m* h: }" P" a! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
- U5 C! o8 e KHow you tried to set them free, ! k& s; z4 n5 c" W5 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 J/ F# a' R9 H2 B7 NPerhaps they never will. |
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