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v: H. l9 Z4 C& AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, C$ H9 I+ |- a1 S0 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% d1 i; e- j. t/ W" p" V. uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ?: Q$ ~* K F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" m# U, P! M$ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* x. S0 d% P! \# W2 ?How you suffered for you sanity, 0 J( V3 L. v" I7 L/ Y6 Z: o
How you tried to set them free, 4 Q* z7 a3 m0 K% u" I! O* N3 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. {9 ]3 ~/ H- ]2 a4 d# g( Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 A% C% h) }* D2 d! i9 Y5 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q; M& O& R% ^: [ m" z1 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! x6 W$ h3 K' S8 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: X/ Z; o5 K8 h5 p+ t. Y; v3 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) r# Q! f/ `, PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - W. _( `# H( L: b) Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z; I c6 o2 N- ?/ B1 @But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 i& M+ }6 G+ @* @+ Y& U: R/ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. m" J1 ~+ C5 H7 P$ V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . o, }# B* D" O$ h- z* z; [5 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ r- X0 Z- P6 z8 ?) ^0 A- RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - f0 S6 Z# n$ t) k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 e' Q- X! z: I$ n
- @+ W* E8 @6 x0 K, U+ M. `7 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 k+ I9 B& I6 R# HHow you suffered for you sanity,# g. W, K8 u+ N
How you tried to set them free, ( v( U) T+ A. Y8 f" W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M0 V. B8 O; pPerhaps they never will. |
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