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, r2 u$ X& t9 ~5 b8 G. e* YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 H! {, J) z% |' ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# \# _2 e; J3 p: f) G# C: o- jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ {, [* r9 ~' K# @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 a' \ [8 Z' xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
E/ _8 J$ Y c1 T+ U) }How you suffered for you sanity, ; {" a; F' B" Q$ c% F! n* Y
How you tried to set them free,
+ y8 P1 t0 E8 T& SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 b A ]) a- V' \+ s* L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' |4 `( z4 c8 h4 r; }1 \7 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ I. Y5 }9 s3 \0 z0 l( vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # k* L# z) i# M' G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 i! R N# w8 v* `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( }' w+ \0 t0 t. c9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' A5 _( p# ~6 ?& t6 N9 P! o% a- @You took your life as lovers ofter do, & W. C7 k' c( P3 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. N0 b1 ?, B9 q! [9 N, f6 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s( O% B6 q: z- v" [* G3 D$ ^
9 ^4 C5 S* @$ t" OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: k9 Q8 h N( [9 ^/ U w# A% lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! t; H8 } }' z9 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , g( Q7 r9 `& k+ l! i+ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' S8 U* y8 `# S3 p: L
{5 _" k/ J8 }1 Q" {* HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; [/ C8 [3 T4 z P5 A7 @How you suffered for you sanity,# ?, U( D) a$ H/ \; D
How you tried to set them free, I9 B8 Z3 A( y% N$ w4 c' h6 x! Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. T$ c4 E- ~* c0 @! \% {* S( \Perhaps they never will. |
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