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' O; u: C& O- B% _- DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ D9 p, {9 i6 o7 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ?4 E0 i; K; S$ l! M8 ]+ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. \& `5 A& U! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 u8 Q* {2 \- v# L9 B9 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 @# M2 o4 O( K: a2 ~, Q, Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
* O1 K0 V9 A" w1 }) E, mHow you tried to set them free, 1 b8 |9 S" Q ~& y; d9 j3 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % s# w* [4 g o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 h' u* t( I6 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + \# W8 J: B- Q7 a( j' R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. W/ F# f z6 R1 J( ^& Q$ ~% CWeathered 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, ; @7 U) y" d% x$ z' I& G; g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ~+ S, Z* h4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 [2 _. c' j- g) I( {. A
But I could have told you, Vincent, : ?% q4 U4 N. y" B' [ L7 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, b- L4 S {- _+ V* s6 ]& cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; n: \* s- _! J1 i1 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 |4 u; |& O" n- a+ u8 ?! E8 t0 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# n, F, F/ `* u9 I8 z) E! p2 \7 b- OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 n3 I/ h; w& ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 }7 k# z0 y% ]5 ~! h- A3 ~$ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 q1 V @& H& e7 V0 f1 v6 iHow you tried to set them free, ; |7 f5 _0 L3 _3 i; w' f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) ? } w% z0 d% tPerhaps they never will. |
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