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! V1 W, ]) o/ i t' LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 l8 g+ I b3 z% YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, s1 s0 E$ y8 r9 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; U. |# k5 y& k9 m4 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 |# j: ?1 F+ B& U) p0 m) HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 b! f9 z% i, m2 a! |% q
How you suffered for you sanity, # O% a: ~% o3 E. Y0 [% }% b8 O A( }( @
How you tried to set them free,
6 d) c" N9 J' x4 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, c, x/ l& |; K! A* |+ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( e- U% \. T8 c* i4 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 n9 \( u. g5 P: @& t) c n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& X* ]5 P& @9 T1 a5 C, GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 k. J: I9 c( U, h. ?% j. y" J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 y* j. O- A8 v; G4 \4 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 e8 f( k9 @1 O- ?0 O" G6 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
S- D' L6 m* g* VBut I could have told you, Vincent, . g- b0 i( K( o& D, ]; Z0 u9 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 R+ w/ F$ f- d" P# W" X
1 s4 g: I3 A& v! ~- G, lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h. H6 K! H9 F7 A/ k: _# w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % N7 Y% Q7 y* @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! n6 P. ~: q6 T) ]; i6 o! [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, * n: F2 Z/ [0 ^( B
How you suffered for you sanity,9 N/ l8 D" m- W: G1 z
How you tried to set them free, ) f. b( L0 x1 t9 S8 m; \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 N8 b4 L# K4 A" v+ X; O% _Perhaps they never will. |
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