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* a- p% [" H3 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; G9 V! s6 t" V8 @7 S% Z' y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 F! H& D$ v3 W: tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' x( t7 k _' Z- k. v6 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& y4 Z+ j( Q6 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ R, L% k1 L7 w) y& a4 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ; @% j( s7 J, V. L& u
How you tried to set them free,
2 K1 N% Q. n; f3 j6 q# c0 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ O* B9 D* D* y7 V+ Q H: I0 n% xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ I; I; |2 @* |; o; OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 k% _: O5 V' t0 R: e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# b. x6 O5 v, }4 Z$ ~ M& }Weathered 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,
$ v5 d0 O! |. aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + v, P9 y2 k" c7 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # |/ J- E1 g$ R' e$ N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 i) a( ?$ X; b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' @! ?7 g# @9 v' |/ ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 w8 Y) t. n# X6 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) }" |5 U$ t5 U9 f" s4 i# JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! o, T1 Q; }" r. A* x# gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . Y Z- J6 p8 P. V5 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 o* g2 W, ]# A: LHow you suffered for you sanity," g# `' D. M# P) X/ |. i& `+ K5 O
How you tried to set them free, % n, u' N" n- y) ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% f- I+ ]+ L6 J: M4 SPerhaps they never will. |
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