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9 O1 c! J% @7 ^6 s# M* NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. F7 Y5 k+ v+ `/ a8 N) YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 d! |) ]1 Z' O5 ^1 Q, L9 t' eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* F6 {/ V7 E; D# y/ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 J7 i1 A; C9 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 C) F$ ~+ \" y7 F2 V: g K
How you suffered for you sanity, ) x K7 Q, a0 P4 N" X9 A1 j
How you tried to set them free, G+ m+ b/ }% I& Z8 x5 \) X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # }; w4 }3 _* f# y1 I; x/ U; B# U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# n% ?2 T# R5 O% q2 p. D; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - N3 K' x- Z" i: t' v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( P- p+ B. A4 g0 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + G! U) U! m' u4 m% w: ^* H
7 k1 L }. {1 H) a% w$ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 |8 L% C! |1 W; {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 u/ `1 K; l* K* N4 q! [5 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R+ R3 d5 k$ c, }/ h: e$ `But I could have told you, Vincent,
f. P0 U: c$ o7 d- [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + P: J* G; q' B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 V2 S i3 f+ u& s0 ~) [7 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
i% z. H! ?- G5 m1 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 [# n+ s6 k9 i$ hThe 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, ! k$ F6 U) f0 A0 `( s
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ C) x; e2 z* a: uHow you tried to set them free, / x+ D) L8 q5 C" r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, _% F5 j: d1 }Perhaps they never will. |
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