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3 U R" ~, d2 H2 j# P9 o: z6 a) uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 n0 }+ u) x9 T4 S2 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % d, d0 f1 k1 m& u* m" r$ h6 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X9 l6 M3 s; |$ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : V: X8 E* Q: a- X) h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- O$ T1 `+ D% Q1 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ~' z0 W/ [! P* LHow you tried to set them free,
4 j2 u4 Z$ n/ v3 f( \1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 H" d, s9 G; q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . t) [" W8 e2 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - j6 t$ b' V' l( Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 R' l/ l3 o, G2 i5 K
Weathered 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, . I) m/ P& ~7 `9 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( S$ Z% }$ J+ x* w9 @ e- J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 N/ J* m5 v; e6 {& D- oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: O2 p: p$ R/ ~% mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 i; e$ U6 W$ f' C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, |% @: r0 [( q! r; AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * E8 b& T7 g9 m# U [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & t! J: _) s- c2 T1 |& t9 C0 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 F9 [7 T! C. z3 |! W3 T6 L
$ w3 m7 ~- H/ `% E6 W% `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 `3 E( U( h5 ~3 p
How you suffered for you sanity,/ K) s3 b! }4 G, P) k# |
How you tried to set them free, 5 K; c; b3 y8 C( O' P$ r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 _' N; `0 U2 f7 ~' H" qPerhaps they never will. |
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