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3 }4 U: u. S5 t- MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & { m& s* P1 ?; x7 e/ a( e' ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : C' d3 s% Y5 r W3 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( D6 C: L& V% K: B, b/ o' C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " [4 G% a+ b# Q8 M8 V+ Y4 {- U6 R, K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 H7 M& Q3 F4 w# |2 S+ f% e( ]. r% EHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ G( w6 T+ i6 Y$ K$ l4 k4 Z$ u, f& ^How you tried to set them free,
3 C' b: w/ p6 F9 t$ V0 I# KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 D: b" [( Q. ~" G7 }6 |% ~; xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 }% N+ E2 G1 j) MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) C$ @* s- F8 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( W# [) e8 ^! g0 a5 l g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 \" ]) J- i7 ^, }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% u, `0 A6 `2 r9 O; v6 v( O+ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & u H0 J0 D3 n& f6 J8 T+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 D2 j! I7 L: ]. E/ ]6 b- T, O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
|3 ]5 w) w9 H& A- q" o% L. K$ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 A$ |, b$ e- q6 H+ ]+ v' `& v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: L8 f* I) D) `# w; WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! L, Q+ m1 Y$ {& d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # t4 \6 b! Y0 L( T4 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 q ?4 |4 _: U5 q: n2 t4 v
8 U- d& Y8 M3 W. ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) e" a# P0 P; a kHow you suffered for you sanity,; z6 g( V3 F* s. \! p
How you tried to set them free,
1 a& H. h1 B; @7 `3 ?: FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
U7 m, o* w M' K) W. \8 hPerhaps they never will. |
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