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: h2 o# \* ~* g/ Z4 O$ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " D! b- W8 {" n0 Y. y, k2 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( l# {" w7 Y. b/ ?$ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 t) w& r: y" a6 m1 ], T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; g% |4 V: Z, D3 i; m7 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 G+ T ]9 ?5 Y+ R5 k: b) c; t
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 T. Q% T/ h) w$ H QHow you tried to set them free, & Q: B9 E# {" ~# ^- z& [; G" A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% g, q# N8 w! g. E/ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 m9 h" ~& x) V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- d$ f1 m" f& DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 m' z2 E' b3 O `8 oWeathered 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,
# R7 _; Q' ^( ?' Z6 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & }$ N* V' S/ O- F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 E s8 i, R# M% U! a0 O; cBut I could have told you, Vincent, * V' d4 p& t* @* W! k) z; h% h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }4 t+ X* }/ h/ ?' P
1 h4 l/ U$ J4 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& u6 ?$ r2 O6 G! {9 h# t! c% xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 [+ L4 t# D# J. m+ J) Q* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ?$ s- q7 R3 I$ @ _, e+ [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) }, K$ R$ c& O6 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; Q# C& U+ q! z8 r9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [+ y, e j, z. s8 UHow you tried to set them free, 9 K2 c3 [" v2 Q4 {7 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' U6 A) b6 S5 S5 |1 W% V8 wPerhaps they never will. |
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