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" P1 x; @) y5 O' |* B" w& [* S# yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 R a* z9 i; o" e' \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * h. N9 M# [+ i6 c H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! p# | O1 S5 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& [5 h, [" m( _' UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' a8 S: ^# l ~ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
c: T2 R _9 M. ?" J3 gHow you tried to set them free,
0 \5 n! ]+ S6 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 s8 G3 ?5 U7 x9 k4 a8 A9 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q, y6 c% h1 z, K0 l5 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w) U: @) K& s3 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 O: @( X {% K' e0 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; j$ C3 O' k' G' m; X0 Q) v- y9 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 h D8 \* @5 g& `8 M+ }- VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + _; B0 P& P1 ~; G: k! u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 T9 z! s# U3 Z* s8 T" s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 i$ d9 p9 Q) j& Y0 Z/ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 _4 o, C9 L! _9 q) M% M' x
/ O& n. M5 {5 b1 `8 N7 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / |" Z8 S/ j" r/ G* v- a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ^% i0 Q5 [; z; \1 p' iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 P7 T! K' a# l, V& S5 _
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, ; V! R) y0 ~5 E. G3 p$ v$ c1 c& r
How you suffered for you sanity,) E) @+ x/ F3 I0 G! b
How you tried to set them free,
3 H9 d7 j' O; X) e! K! D7 r; CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* \ S; |, F/ a. _: I; FPerhaps they never will. |
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