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! O% H& Y6 l3 }$ n' yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # A5 V6 j$ x" x$ W' [, c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - m1 Z4 N# S% j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) m7 b5 w; e* s' B% h) v" @5 N7 R- H% z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 Z8 p8 y7 o! I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; U- n1 ?4 Y' `) V0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 f, [: B6 G$ G, y; gHow you tried to set them free,
' F2 C- j- [: B- D, ?4 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ X0 K' q( \% c% A4 W6 W; m! Q1 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 [; I- ~$ N5 O& V* P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! I$ r0 I `+ \: e" g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 n( n8 Y3 A6 x4 R4 |4 L5 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) y5 w. \" D7 n* |$ O: |+ r6 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ r8 S' y; R/ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , [1 e8 r1 d& k* X! v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 c/ c% B+ O8 Z$ z9 c& ]0 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ b" Q4 h; q: e% u. R# a2 ]; u2 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ~' x- b. }* P6 O# w6 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % g* _( @+ q4 \" ^2 N) M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 v1 {/ v* ^) r8 g" B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + }2 Z6 z4 n) c8 C" [
' y" `4 i% h, B# _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! M) D% B+ f( r7 V3 ]" U Q; t
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 M3 ^; I5 q. n3 Y5 gHow you tried to set them free,
4 Q" t. d) L; _They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 t0 Q+ Z9 V9 _& T5 _# |Perhaps they never will. |
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