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0 A& J C& V TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & m7 v- v- e! U# V$ a% ?# i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! f0 m. [% W# X% F- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Y# N; v ]6 d3 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# u& Z+ K! i3 E; Q, rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, K7 l0 b) n; ?- i- X" fHow you suffered for you sanity, ! M* I+ F" O# i4 k' d U* O
How you tried to set them free,
7 ]3 g/ P+ j- D; J+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + V# F, N9 c7 ^6 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x- x( A& ?0 _$ ^5 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ^; z" F- M% ]4 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . @& |% x4 Q8 {, Q' f; P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; s: S% s3 q/ T* X5 t& m. C
( R0 Z' d6 W6 v. yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * c o% y, v' N: I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 A0 q; q' A8 ^+ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + F& L# ]; ^; \# ~1 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 B; P: D2 _& I- g; y4 k: M/ P! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 R; Q+ O+ c& ]8 h S" }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 w2 B0 w6 }+ G5 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 k7 ? |8 E4 T$ t2 L0 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( I c5 Z+ ?. C! A% B m( ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 X4 K3 w; o6 r# G/ k0 b/ a: N% X/ L
% I4 G" H1 H4 x ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 a. |" A' a( v
How you suffered for you sanity,
% k* V/ S. I3 z2 {5 C# J9 eHow you tried to set them free, 7 Y& v" |. v/ ^& t! A+ j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& O; j s) W% [: \$ P/ Z4 C: OPerhaps they never will. |
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