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+ [% ~+ z; F/ S$ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( |; b' s/ _6 p# B0 C6 B e: `7 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - F: F; Q; a/ F/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Q. x7 W- D$ {, k! O% yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H+ S7 s0 ]9 u" H2 ~0 i C TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# q& V3 G# U8 [) E6 [/ M5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w8 W( {# ]8 g, O* eHow you tried to set them free, & i' Y G4 j* Q5 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! L) T" @/ j) F/ |# k2 H7 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 p6 q- _; `9 } ?' Z/ A E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Q; P5 ~4 q9 _7 [$ Z! ^* }# l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 }( B# \* P- `6 k H- a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + f | o- s' B0 J4 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 g/ M" {6 L# @; xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " _, O: H) h6 u4 K" W2 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ C) j4 Y0 A; kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 Q& A _) W, \8 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 e' o" R3 V5 \
" h' t7 V" ~7 ?/ D" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) j0 I( E% J4 s7 x( yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 N. k( b( B$ _- \! d% |" dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( \ |6 h* a$ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( C. T9 w5 c+ u4 {2 T/ }
2 s7 W S% R' p8 ]% T! HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 L0 }/ w' F, `( Z" Y/ cHow you suffered for you sanity,
& r( ]3 Z* b) b# ?$ xHow you tried to set them free, ' `$ k+ [* j3 i; P5 Q& r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 i; g! {: [/ J2 ]( k' ~3 K+ GPerhaps they never will. |
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