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. r* f( V$ K6 }6 v7 H& q; T/ rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Q/ [7 ]$ [5 _2 g# r' c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 F4 s, Q. w4 a& ~* F7 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i6 r$ {: v' s E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % S& D% d8 @. j1 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% u5 G4 n* Q8 k$ p- W% ~( u6 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y n' c" K4 C* ~! EHow you tried to set them free,
0 Z5 y4 ~- k/ [$ |+ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 G2 n, ]" U- s5 [+ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % a8 v! v0 ]& q& ] Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Y+ K% q+ z! \% ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " |% X* K* |/ `% t, s( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & W1 z L$ ?9 x$ ` \
# |6 T" V, ?2 y7 F V% |9 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 R) v. |" O% MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! V# q1 k7 m6 g3 `: g) z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* T$ I$ C6 E7 {3 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, # E+ |2 h3 [! m( h7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 X* L* Y1 @5 U2 ~# i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 J0 y' K5 d4 [( W+ t8 r+ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @0 O+ J2 P! Z$ }: d- z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! R5 R! e; w' k3 d @8 m+ l
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, $ [! o7 ]2 ]8 A4 @, T
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 D: ] w% S' R- O& ~7 vHow you tried to set them free,
" F( p* q! K( i# D5 |9 K @: @They would not listen they're not listening still,
. K+ D1 r$ @+ uPerhaps they never will. |
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