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8 v9 b3 a( X. yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) u4 B/ p- Q6 y! L: b. W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . S3 D( v; u* o" b1 r) I9 S5 L+ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; J z2 _4 A) [3 q+ M& F5 u1 g( }3 ` @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 e0 U0 o; X& `9 Q, d; jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, l$ U/ k h% L# L
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 @# ]* X0 ?7 n! z, PHow you tried to set them free,
@ N7 |+ B" T/ i& ], }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, T) |8 b4 R+ T$ \) Z1 ^3 ^, b" uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ j: a; b2 B3 Q' ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 s9 N: F, i' q4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! w1 U9 g7 Y- k2 a/ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 m" n* j* h; X3 |/ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ?$ b6 p$ _% E9 u4 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( K. | G: T: uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o9 K* h9 c3 P/ cBut I could have told you, Vincent, * S1 z# s5 V) M* L: R Z+ s: N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 @% ~9 e+ c/ {4 p& _$ Q/ wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 h6 v; P! S7 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # x7 z N. y6 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 O" r2 Q# Q. @( a, v
, B6 W" W) w" h+ Y# t& }& X& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Z7 p/ l' N2 I+ G! z4 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
: z* {( w3 u* f* HHow you tried to set them free, 7 O# _4 ?) m) m& Z0 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 n. q! T5 \: q% V5 E* {Perhaps they never will. |
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