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' }; y- H' k+ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( l6 K4 w) Z: z7 U2 z; @# TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- |: P" k1 p$ r" \, Z5 j: cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _7 w i: K+ `; @% z% q# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . A( J, e$ y5 M$ \: y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 C0 s" K# o$ R9 m+ |
How you suffered for you sanity,
' @( H( T; R bHow you tried to set them free,
, @" l/ V" ` E8 s, v& X( O& @3 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! `- M5 f2 g" i8 E2 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 [& S; `& i; ]: I0 g. Q- mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 I9 o7 p, u! W" N2 k$ y, x! l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ?( j' c1 N WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , @* N' p- Z% G% n8 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 z& }6 Q( F! C& d) v# Y5 u# t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" H- R9 u" Y% B, n2 E! P+ l8 C! QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 S1 e. @3 P+ x9 W& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . M2 Z0 `/ F8 B, h6 F5 m1 M
( C% J6 k5 n8 h s; EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - B5 A3 @$ E9 T+ o2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ [" ~. H' u" [2 i$ o8 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 ]* n; b, [/ N) Q
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,
& x& A2 e# A- u; t F; b* uHow you suffered for you sanity,4 O7 i4 x2 f" T3 j- I2 z& d. o/ V
How you tried to set them free,
! b5 `$ w9 p& [: v' T' HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ K" s! r0 Q/ \/ ]7 o; zPerhaps they never will. |
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