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% q# v K. s: f$ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 e' [ f- ]8 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 l J8 p& P. @0 q4 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& K; _; }, V% e- f! M# LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 B: o; }. ~3 ]9 g. A" l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ]. I7 Z; c. Q* y3 M2 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 a1 }! }) z* O# h9 ]: DHow you tried to set them free,
. d1 d/ ` s' K5 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& m- H! q' v3 H3 r; T$ h2 Q% C7 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! W: e% j& R* r$ ~! n2 `& |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 |" P$ }9 k* \! h* HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ?! @3 c! | O2 o+ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 M& f! t/ w! xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 K' k0 V$ k* ]2 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, K) d( q, X, H& M# u" {% N. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' O3 o* ]( y& [- U3 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( L; ]% k* V' }% \+ K% ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' d4 V/ P6 e+ I9 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 X. E. L! w1 k6 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k1 f# L1 M9 c; c; O- D6 Y# u1 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- K& b2 F& R* f6 k0 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, {3 X6 o$ B2 b% O; Y: P
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l( `6 \' A% W2 e k A) LHow you tried to set them free, ]5 m z) R/ t( H( Z$ j% \8 g3 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 g9 N4 c- S6 @* d) ^8 |% m% QPerhaps they never will. |
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