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; \6 C% w( ~7 _- L& @4 Y6 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) M O2 u6 ]1 n X3 P% PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' `& K! {( e) @! j) xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 L& f* V* ?5 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) a& D. Q4 b0 G3 t% X1 a" q1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 p$ y/ o6 E2 E4 v) y7 _How you suffered for you sanity, * s5 Q/ j9 j- x7 q' H: ]* m" D
How you tried to set them free, - @5 a, }- k, d$ z/ i& |3 J- }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 z I( i3 D# ]" H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & C6 D! t7 P! J" H% p+ k) z2 x& _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 z7 e4 ^& b) n) ?+ }" I! d6 q( MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - n: O' L1 {% ]1 b3 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! j4 l1 u; G) K: j9 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 I; w9 i. c5 Z+ h0 n' M& l- d* k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % \) u8 d& y! N$ @( w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' t$ j! O3 E9 W! k$ Q! [1 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 w) Z% s7 ?( M' R8 |4 w+ O8 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ e5 \! l9 S4 ]3 t8 l" C/ }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; h8 `8 w6 ]4 {! R. c* l7 X6 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 k }4 z1 A V* q& d3 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# @! l, n- m2 R. E8 B+ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! `4 s, J- |- A9 A, a; g2 I e3 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( J$ h# z( |3 E% cHow you suffered for you sanity,
: Z6 C5 x. {! W! E/ `9 D/ {' KHow you tried to set them free, 0 u, f5 ?$ [. X1 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' G) P! m3 D r1 X y
Perhaps they never will. |
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