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. y j: F' x% NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 F, A3 T7 g& C. g- |! U! v- }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " @" c1 q+ j- H7 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 N# m/ ~& ^# h& @* ?( uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; I* O8 l/ v4 f, Y% @; T3 h+ N- H ~$ }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' g- Y5 U: c- b* {- Q& l1 AHow you suffered for you sanity, ! J9 Z+ ~' n# f/ I" e* o2 {3 a' ~4 F
How you tried to set them free,
0 ^$ V# z8 `- HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # H2 _+ Q4 K5 N: J/ d2 }: J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 G% z( ]8 d1 p8 g. G6 V, `( w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . V3 [, m& D: I6 n1 t( `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 O& [ H. V. u( R9 S% J( S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 V3 Y2 t" {' `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& j) j% \# H1 }$ c+ d! ~9 I' dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ n8 c$ U7 @3 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % }' b( R- t6 q3 d9 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 R3 U6 B7 b2 W7 v, T" o9 L) z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 ]* Q8 ^6 g T& }+ m1 Z
: g( O# F& P2 R( ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! F3 E) K" ^' w- i% k8 t$ b7 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 E& M: H/ _! S: \/ n" W5 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " F- E1 t+ z) f8 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 D9 M: o# u+ V+ H- {
1 }5 n4 G2 ^+ U' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - L! S( ?* D1 \" o+ K8 p- D" {* c
How you suffered for you sanity," ?& m3 i" B- d
How you tried to set them free, , } K4 B/ A, V3 T& P& n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) `% V% |; ?: I$ I5 j) ePerhaps they never will. |
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