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& X% B2 i4 y2 ?' |* F8 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 M+ J8 Z/ }+ j( d+ o& g9 Q* f- B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 g& @; w+ ~1 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 @ X7 z1 h+ h3 x- L; m- w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, M. q& b6 ]2 C' J: C( o8 n( mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ^' D D: G7 y$ L% ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
; P& s+ D, L. `) l- p- |How you tried to set them free, ; p D4 p* L/ c/ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ t. X( R2 x+ \4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & F$ T, W) w' ]: K' P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) b2 p% h$ }0 A) C+ }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: T* l+ w4 g6 |: d& P& AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ]& n O% t3 @+ l# n
1 P0 Q( K5 x% A& p; L6 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; k/ o) q }$ V( w. Q, I0 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . Q$ _: x/ e- x( W" c5 A# |+ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' W$ _! n8 q- v. _( M. S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 v" d" i7 s/ c) }; ~% qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( V1 o# E1 L! }/ P+ ~1 d) M: _# ?/ N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 O9 ]/ s# k* T% s5 j' {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' C' N$ x8 F1 W! O; g: V" q9 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' B: z5 z6 O* Z6 h, ]' G( B8 B
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,
4 m W9 t! r& E$ U4 `* cHow you suffered for you sanity,% W6 c ~7 z$ D( X
How you tried to set them free, ' o9 w# |1 z/ j6 J& {# |5 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, + |1 A* L8 r3 Q$ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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