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5 d' Z$ P1 u3 U0 }4 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + {* ?3 n$ y; v: ~1 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 j% }& m! L: R% A: \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% X! f+ i( {( c3 u8 k" l& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + g7 r ^, p& H6 e; F/ P. U* O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ I- z u9 C- @) P4 `3 z
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 x3 m' k! [5 I$ P6 Y
How you tried to set them free,
) ?& m! B }! x% V9 e' | oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " [2 {. Y- M. b0 C \- K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Q" l6 Y. z5 A& W. Q) I: MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* d* ~1 W9 b2 t! k: R) j WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, T- M F- S0 B" J" @% F& O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ~6 j" {2 v0 i& b, J
% j& |( E9 w Y7 F( kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 N; y' N6 \, @. x) PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x/ y/ k0 _) i! {; PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 x% X6 Y, D5 z& i. \
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ J8 }5 Q# a- X8 @" I+ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " M" s! n: f: W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! I+ q; ], z( l3 ?& [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' T( B7 J1 p+ x" P8 E3 X7 Z2 x) z8 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) Y! n6 b8 Z* F1 F! K7 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. ]5 W' S% ?* W5 Y8 O2 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 X! v/ ^7 ]* A7 r1 _How you suffered for you sanity,# _5 L9 D5 E i* x! t
How you tried to set them free, ; b7 e+ K4 t# o0 r1 H$ F, I# f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 }% |6 a: Q' Z/ L. ]Perhaps they never will. |
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