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: e4 D$ v' o' XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - W/ W9 {* o9 Y( u. e5 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! U+ H$ v8 C7 M, V9 W" T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( M( k- ]. p3 V& {$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% |1 ]0 f0 R+ U9 v& KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) D l( r/ Z4 G- v7 k7 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ! J, G2 r8 b* |; H- W
How you tried to set them free, / y: l z$ f4 R1 @4 G: N4 J+ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 T. f- l/ R- S; @% F) o5 L7 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* b% P% a+ {# R+ e; C* Y: ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 M8 u& B3 j0 E0 z' G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ `, ~, C S) ]; M) m NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ~3 b7 o0 f, m( \- F& YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; P" ~2 z: ]# e, P2 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# H* n6 o3 c5 ^) c- XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * N4 d; ]' V; B2 {$ }$ ~2 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ~ Y- F$ I$ `& x$ D2 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : G& z+ s; }0 J: `7 K
6 T' l, @0 X4 O( @7 h# xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' g' T9 R: b' f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 I) l" ^* B7 @+ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w- r3 u4 ^) ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! J# y- @* _0 U$ p( C2 O- f
7 \; \9 A9 L+ z H7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! s- j2 I( q5 h
How you suffered for you sanity," i1 x$ r" O# N, Q. H c5 d
How you tried to set them free, $ g; R6 q0 d) Q; ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 |7 a8 ~# f6 o2 q7 b2 N9 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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