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) R4 P% R6 B [5 Q1 |& W/ i9 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; \9 _- o0 y2 A/ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ R+ V* P2 k+ _: g/ p9 R2 A4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: y0 U1 \: x* k3 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) w) T9 w) Z' x& J, z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ?: R* m! {- ~( U( O$ u: EHow you suffered for you sanity,
% U0 E' d- h5 S2 W/ S( e5 j" |How you tried to set them free, , b6 i8 ~' T- F/ t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 R! @7 E0 M: v! V# fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' s4 \) u/ w1 n$ B) \9 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . a$ M9 e% e4 w& H; A- x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . t6 g. ^6 z6 b; u! H r) [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ U, X6 n6 j( S
/ B9 P4 ]5 J8 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: O8 d, }4 S4 p; F4 z( eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ]* o% |9 D& B/ p1 M( E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* N5 c( z5 M% T9 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, J7 R% X6 b$ u1 G, f- Y* f3 P% M$ Q! s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 l7 c' ^$ U# W: _2 H& h( T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 |+ C, u5 n7 ]. h5 O/ U/ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( D1 O) ]/ E$ T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 G. S, y7 _! R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 o6 r8 Q% u5 O4 \# b8 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ~6 v5 B" v A( JHow you suffered for you sanity,# W' D+ O) z/ g0 R, Y( ^0 |
How you tried to set them free,
% e5 s% b9 x' h4 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 k! `; m/ m: D" b% @* uPerhaps they never will. |
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