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( N& T; P( ~& Q" E6 t* }& w* jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - [4 v, X1 N) m8 M+ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P, p4 S* _% t4 ^6 S0 L7 U, N) x/ X+ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! J; s/ r7 }8 U7 C7 B) t/ E. R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Z) }. y h7 a6 y3 }) G* _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ l5 {) U+ F7 G# F8 A) \- t
How you suffered for you sanity, ( ]0 z. ~/ s# Z- i1 ~
How you tried to set them free,
& ?' Y6 v, L. V+ K' b4 H% dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # E0 N; f6 l: b' L: }; Z% W/ V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 R: K9 j! ^, aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 Q3 r5 W; N( M% d% `7 `5 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- h$ X6 ]1 b S# E/ `# _2 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 ]7 M( \7 `9 h6 `8 [9 M8 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% E5 W) J+ Q: F6 B3 z, L. C3 ]4 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . m# t! z" o) T/ E$ ^/ F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 z. D0 R$ n; V, pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Z3 \, K% L8 K5 Y ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: u* t& o7 i& ^2 Y: tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 G% g. h5 K/ s7 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ i; o8 Q: T R% D6 n6 ?The 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,
. S* I ]. W) z; YHow you suffered for you sanity,* V; I) q) b8 f- h U
How you tried to set them free, : ~. i& ~" d' U- o; t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ U: g0 a3 l. U5 rPerhaps they never will. |
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