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b/ ?+ k' F" H5 @! R# lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# x+ V! R8 e6 v" I. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & J" W7 A3 K/ X, }! u- [. J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- q& W' F2 F* w( d2 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. L6 t: x) r$ J8 q) O6 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! _: U0 J8 E2 h5 z, `) L4 z4 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 z2 v4 i/ U$ k2 c6 ?How you tried to set them free,
) A! r8 O- M$ D }5 ^: |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " x5 B. ]- m' @' U+ b1 C6 @& V* o5 [ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 I. O# b2 N4 d$ R* OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! E8 e! E6 N) C. f) A2 U! TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , d5 v# A/ D; r6 q, `; K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 z( F4 q( b0 P) u7 D( {+ ]9 j3 ?3 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' R0 B5 L4 X2 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 e7 J8 f% ?% B% F7 k7 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G+ Y- t5 Z) E! h3 P" X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( q$ c* L# C: X& _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % F! ?5 g! i5 d% I0 B: |
: t9 p6 A- B' kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 I" V2 j& O! I. u/ X! w! x5 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " e) X" \5 D+ P6 I1 @1 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' [* F" k, V2 f8 k9 K2 S( Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- f; g$ j# S1 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
- o) N/ x3 a& J& m3 j. l' z- |How you tried to set them free, 3 P! j/ I8 V5 e$ q7 `! k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' C+ n% E6 Z3 K3 }# N/ r! V2 |, |Perhaps they never will. |
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