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* U. J9 D" U! j, _/ VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U/ ~, a! {$ I* N" b" ]0 Y& eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u$ ` x! n' a+ J8 ?2 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ?/ k* l$ f4 i7 w" Q. vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ?: }2 P$ K" H I! Z: ]( WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- {* i Y* }+ N3 O& }4 D
How you suffered for you sanity, # w; {+ V4 K6 d
How you tried to set them free,
4 L' T q0 l( T& |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 d5 m/ U( u- }: y$ {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * S; _* @0 \" f e4 m$ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. q4 @3 f0 c2 K( v- aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ y2 J' e: a. x* ~3 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 X4 E3 }5 W; j5 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 i9 h+ v5 x; U% d# a' wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . E3 K# l; m1 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 c: R6 i% C) w" V D# R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
O* ?' `2 U5 t' y/ r, m5 `7 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 o# f: H: b6 M k. f- _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( U# S4 _, q9 ^9 y- Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * f' k( F Q$ L" y. I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 K. H1 v6 r/ {1 E9 {" p9 E! j/ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( `: D% X5 T& [- D" T; w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) B: ?5 J) ?/ E( K3 \0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 E* K; k3 t1 ^5 j* M' fHow you tried to set them free, " u8 a1 [: |3 j! V* }' E/ P2 y' n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' V4 ~) a( r- ?. D, J# YPerhaps they never will. |
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