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Y( j, t( z* L) AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& m+ i" ]7 N! J5 _6 \5 V6 T i$ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- G7 o: r) ^3 }5 j' E/ ~& VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: b: v+ |# |8 e; O/ n! d/ _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 v, ^6 f$ t+ H2 I; @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% L, U/ X5 o, N% i5 z( h4 n* c5 j* ~How you suffered for you sanity, ( T0 B0 e; z! T* P# T
How you tried to set them free, 8 o X8 J! b. V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ y1 h! i; i& n2 l+ M5 I* \& v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 z2 \8 N( b" ^# g8 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - g# r1 i2 m" P3 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! @% f- _- S+ n% C$ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 C) E& i9 f4 W. Z' \2 u9 H. e% p) W; N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 c! h- ]7 N8 C9 m& E- yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- S1 W6 y |9 `0 {( O* S! h, j5 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % l+ J" |( t$ _# h$ u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 d3 O. e3 H& M; d) m8 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & J+ v1 r+ b/ r% ^- ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" |% D* i1 y" RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* L# q6 C% ]* w, U6 e5 A& x3 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 e4 @1 I; a/ ]/ t W
6 |( A' x1 s9 K& ^! I5 h5 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & t% b3 M2 {. C; l: ^, T2 V
How you suffered for you sanity,) ?9 B: K3 P2 R2 ]8 e
How you tried to set them free, # w6 V/ I5 e" F* o3 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 q9 K' M/ w- h; c2 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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