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' O& b: O, z: QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 h# ?4 M! v- O& v2 D/ T, `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 h- H6 o: I j9 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Z6 x& a7 w( v Z; S% V5 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : g' P8 H1 }$ ?+ ~; w1 W& D( J# N# P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, u6 u$ g/ ~: u E
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 B, Q8 E" P y# }4 SHow you tried to set them free, & U2 } K* C* k; O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) Q. Z3 p \0 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 K" v3 _" D7 Q3 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 {8 c# y5 H% N2 m$ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 W2 d/ i: z8 p8 r8 v" F1 q F( zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " n( k, h d; D, U+ _' W2 \
) T _* L, w' ]$ m' C4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ i2 h5 B4 a9 ^% b1 `! U& fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ x+ ~: G1 u" Q( RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 W- n" e5 m. `; J
But I could have told you, Vincent, % i- S7 A+ L. U* H! |& A) T& Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" Q$ J2 H8 W" A# G- J, PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 A0 g$ u9 X9 G7 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + z8 M9 r; K; X) U+ P( C3 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 j2 r% _1 p; f. ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . X% e) M. j V) P1 \7 Y& ]* r* V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ] p8 C; D4 T! }; d+ i
How you suffered for you sanity,! s- i. J, |& s
How you tried to set them free,
4 C3 n n6 P8 i- u/ n T# J; GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: R7 {) x+ a" n! YPerhaps they never will. |
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