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: b% c4 Y+ T" g& ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . A# L( M5 p. u+ ^5 E L9 Y# o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 [* a' H! k4 n0 o9 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: e9 x: z' `6 }2 ?, c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 R6 F3 y' t$ \ o6 f# I, RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Z# x% O. ~9 a) ?; \( s* s( u
How you suffered for you sanity, : z& g) g# N' _- }
How you tried to set them free,
* T O% U+ @' Z4 x \9 Z/ s jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 U, L8 O- [7 z5 r6 f/ |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 M7 ]5 }6 r* t# @3 h. r+ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, k0 E& p0 e) I j7 ~ K; C3 U4 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. B' ?; O0 z* m( Q% x% y1 \* TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f y$ m1 J6 s5 a
4 N" \% C! B4 j6 `/ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Y9 |) E: ?. f$ U# Y; Q$ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & E8 s. h# j0 ]. H2 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# i2 B( J7 j U' @8 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# X9 U/ t! p6 x6 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' C( C& N+ S. u9 o1 w# G2 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % R3 w4 w' ]& e+ B$ _6 l6 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 a0 r2 j! `8 c' L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( u4 T7 u+ j! Y4 b5 K NThe 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,
( ?: Q1 l" M8 y0 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ~7 X% ?2 b5 q2 R0 _$ S/ U9 K- xHow you tried to set them free,
. [- ]8 z7 `( w9 n/ ?3 i: k3 YThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) {* D, `, K. s- [
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