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0 Q; r6 ]; J/ W- lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; n5 j, ?0 o) `( X+ v: g7 |, H( N XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; z0 \7 |. ]! H0 j; r2 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' f8 _' ]& H/ g6 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 r, E6 S7 _; ^& _4 T: K3 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ \6 r3 N: k4 U E$ v7 u SHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 o. ~" }1 S1 h! t# s3 l% m+ A7 H
How you tried to set them free,
1 n7 x6 _6 c& E7 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # U6 g/ A9 x5 {8 P2 T* j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 }/ s! y. r' _8 h3 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% d8 P$ r" x; V) A$ BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, }8 Y: ^- Q. D7 \+ ~/ P, lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 j1 f5 ?' G0 @. M1 n# ]/ P* p
% {% V: s9 @ U* w6 h% ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l! B" u& l& U. X' f. Q5 a4 T7 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ]" W0 n+ |) h( L# U0 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 G& i: q: P; e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( X4 ]5 b j1 @$ C% c, tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + i& P# K* z, B- H# v2 s; e2 A k$ }: Q& g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( l- f- z- D9 O! nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / A( ^8 A3 e' `- H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ?# H( O y2 Q' g# ~5 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - S: r+ i8 }! t4 H
; Z" M6 q# w% h& fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- x& n1 x9 l6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 q. {( B4 R* m8 W* q" { y9 ]How you tried to set them free,
- n" n! g, v. }: y5 {: F, FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ E' `. `2 j5 E, z+ [( APerhaps they never will. |
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