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$ X, u% L0 J, JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! i# z; V) ]4 [8 i! C+ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 b0 z% w1 c6 x) E% IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; @4 w. }2 \& `, n, m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 d% ], v5 P' k$ f( xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 n P2 h- V) y, N: j0 F/ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
* R" r4 r7 h' U7 x4 NHow you tried to set them free, 6 ?! m- L- f& d( L+ Q/ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' y- W9 N0 J: }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + o" |) R$ t: F3 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) C6 @( J) R- b3 ]# TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ T: F$ d. B& h# f: q iWeathered 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,
6 ~3 S' T, v ?8 g5 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 M- k$ ]# L# s* j+ I: r. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 c! e6 E: P8 O$ U- J ?9 @ x. E2 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" o0 b9 T" m9 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 a8 e! S2 ]/ l- `9 O1 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; b6 m" [+ c" [- g7 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& e* G! c* ]- V3 t& RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ^7 n# [* A0 `2 |& _( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 Q& F/ X: [( H- v3 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( Q) V- k. [) z X' q
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 t# m# [( Y$ z, }% uHow you tried to set them free,
; q) F9 s8 C; r( y& }% mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 ?5 V" |, U: O" v
Perhaps they never will. |
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