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& u/ j* O+ n7 _* B$ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# O# C: v) ^/ T" Y- b. h8 y" j2 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ [; Y9 }2 f) F, G9 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; C Z! j3 j& t1 z2 n4 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 q; s+ o* |6 W) G' ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 L" k, L/ {4 T9 O; N
How you suffered for you sanity,
: a( E5 ?9 Z2 _! }3 D& Q* oHow you tried to set them free, Z7 p. i% f: T6 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Y! U H3 a3 Y( S1 n" n: ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * @# z) ^" |4 J0 r4 C& g0 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 z3 a1 Z9 z) {' N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 |, d: _( D3 U$ i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* s! Z; Q$ L& t# P1 y$ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( w! q, n/ ~ m$ n% iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 {$ x6 [: c, W; V/ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & u" W$ a! V6 O+ T( t. |. u
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; r9 S$ |, e9 P# l4 W9 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 a& G. _, m B! Q( b' ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ?& l, V/ {1 g6 y7 j% ?7 a% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + E- O- K2 \# l* ?9 u+ r4 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - o7 t- Y0 V. p: W3 |, {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + L* n- U4 e% h' K" K; o- ~( @+ J. G
7 z+ ~; v8 ?# q/ x$ ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 V D& J+ m1 K, |) WHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ~$ r$ {% B+ u) v0 h
How you tried to set them free,
! x3 ^: Q9 N2 d0 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, , }) m, A6 ]' c9 r: x
Perhaps they never will. |
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