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3 w% z' f8 R9 n! S- }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! s& X# _' { G6 W/ t3 @$ c0 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 p" A- l/ z3 ?" k. s# a i4 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ X) s. I, z! A9 R' ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % _' P4 Q. K* ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, x* @6 `$ k% z3 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
* F4 w* R$ w. @% qHow you tried to set them free,
3 ~! u) S6 O$ \$ ~5 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O2 ]/ R* t4 N3 ?3 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 T/ n9 T' ~% ]4 ]7 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 k6 _/ B$ ^6 o0 S& v. TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ O8 o" z% |8 r8 j3 B, LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , [( w! V, a8 g( e: O( n, |6 a, v) S
: W; f& B! y7 z! D* E1 `$ f# VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" s: a" [5 `( ~, f. ^ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% E9 P4 U- v% T1 W. zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 N. {! |3 s/ t: p2 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ [" c% |8 v. g! g& [! i6 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 n& }: Y+ H+ X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : c+ r( w$ ?5 i0 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' K" K. `+ A+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , |& h8 r6 N& d, i! x' g* V- _1 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. C8 Z: ^: ^, w( c' m5 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " p' t4 f$ H9 g7 \# ~/ C
How you suffered for you sanity,
% x. V1 Q: b n+ A7 x( B* IHow you tried to set them free, 0 d3 ~- W5 h# J" q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 d( L9 v$ A) W& c* b% LPerhaps they never will. |
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