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) S# S8 \8 J! N% L' F! I4 ~$ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- s' }: O) z6 e- v* yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : d. W B ~+ x5 W1 J0 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. s2 o( C" u) J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 |/ Q6 O; U y+ x. gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- s! v8 Y' j3 ]2 h- k
How you suffered for you sanity,
) @. L' l- D; C) S8 b% dHow you tried to set them free,
: w" m- |, e; _4 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. u& E' K* W, L- Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) F: t7 ]2 F$ v6 q6 {7 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: Q# M6 w8 V. I: ^9 [- ]6 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 O( @8 H1 [' f5 k- c, e+ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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K0 Z/ X4 J( mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) f/ ]) J+ o! H! e: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ R- X: Z% w4 C, A3 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 b, c/ L9 K- z! _! U" G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( D" I1 I. N0 C, C* e% }; v0 J6 k" OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & \$ o3 P$ C: h" I# ^, `$ z0 s! [5 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. V) }) T3 ? C% `4 W6 U$ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 }9 X3 c" U" `- b3 L* b. ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . b) H$ r" K1 l: {5 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ?$ [! H& S3 V- n4 h7 M
1 `: q' G7 N1 t& D+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 n9 |4 }' i4 V0 {3 x- {* a( D
How you suffered for you sanity,( n ~, a* z: b* d* v; @& M. J; p
How you tried to set them free, / ? N+ x; n# @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x% w5 e/ R/ H# Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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