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" v* o- r; `6 @5 \. ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ?( b7 O% f( R' w; u* d/ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / {( _* j W3 F2 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 N: j, T5 V+ `2 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ v9 i& T+ h9 b" b% ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# u8 n8 O# I2 B: E3 ?( h& pHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?7 f( Z8 t4 I' \How you tried to set them free, + y& B, }! G/ k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" }; L$ e0 I& g1 ]& YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ C: P# l h% G8 R! m% s; y$ OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Z" _( A' s, ~+ q( q- r( h0 @6 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: u, w, c6 J; F; Y1 z+ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L1 C ~/ v: Y8 V5 z dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 f5 V$ f/ F% y1 w( |You took your life as lovers ofter do, : K3 ~5 N1 p+ \9 @9 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ a' W8 ]3 g6 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 v9 W+ \: ?/ G% b) P# {( n# z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 B4 n9 |, X c$ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : _! ?, x- O/ {4 {) d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ G; h, H/ }& r, b& h: g5 d9 B) _2 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. S2 i" g" }4 c/ E) G
/ T4 _1 z2 }9 [: f6 N9 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) a( K3 ~( w6 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
; y! U! T& ^$ d% b2 C4 jHow you tried to set them free,
" @- h' N4 |) H& @6 V+ Z: u+ y8 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" H) U3 L/ e1 i) a% YPerhaps they never will. |
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