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/ X3 v$ E& {: D: t3 S+ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 X9 m E, c2 |- v; w2 {: A! QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & D. I/ i. D, ?! P! T: b8 H# y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ [5 i) J5 V/ M6 b! m6 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ^0 R8 w+ Z# O( SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 }1 i' L8 [7 _" ^, @) | I
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 X% Q" X5 z1 v& L7 u+ h. B
How you tried to set them free, & s# l3 y$ ]+ S+ @+ x5 i' [+ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 f0 L C0 {6 A6 N: f3 d5 p* E( J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: D2 K8 c( j* O& H! A/ Y* bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 g' C" S9 Z" L; d1 B. L1 j7 T( n& CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 F3 ?8 w8 s- ~, ?& _# `1 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ l- ]( h* Z% Q! t0 E T- g7 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' X, D2 k7 x5 @' f7 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' { ? \( _, SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# J9 G0 [3 |# l: ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ; I! q5 C+ y: K+ I; r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : y* @' z8 J$ ^1 o" L4 v# M
' U! A' n% q3 Y# g3 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 w1 p. y4 N8 V$ N0 K1 G _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" F- ?6 n0 g) d8 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , T' f p) j7 _ M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * u6 C: K$ i+ e$ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( J6 {) H* D( c: a; O' @) BHow you suffered for you sanity,6 V0 b$ B4 T {( W
How you tried to set them free,
' L$ \2 t `- ^6 |* q( I4 d0 S5 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 H* N) x; G3 ?) }: x/ m' hPerhaps they never will. |
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