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7 T# V' {/ D5 ]$ q8 K0 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 t. {- I. ~0 D/ o9 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 I7 w9 r. j/ R2 E2 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 i6 f' {! m4 L! d9 h4 l7 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 O" K2 K# W, x$ l+ t: A( X: ]1 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 n) N, _0 { M/ u: l1 w2 X I
How you suffered for you sanity,
) m% |8 J9 i/ |9 QHow you tried to set them free, 8 _7 V$ U. L4 S# `1 ~% T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
S+ @2 B$ I+ l v) F1 [" R- R8 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , `3 _4 }9 H% ?6 ^8 F: u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ @1 U9 g( |. U; \1 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 }1 d- {4 I2 x, F; d8 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 V" P B& a" T* ]& q+ C* jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; i, n, }2 u; I2 i6 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . J5 _! v0 @) u6 J; U0 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ?! r( U' q J0 k1 i2 ^* F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( B" o! K* G! a5 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' c3 n5 I1 O; |% T) Q5 w; kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; s( ^6 u( i' M) b1 d$ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 w. U8 i. H2 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ?5 w+ K7 E% M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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m3 ]$ ]5 I2 x5 }* ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& e/ H7 }2 H: G# @) B$ s" f* PHow you suffered for you sanity,# t; [2 _8 h! A
How you tried to set them free,
0 `* Q5 w7 G& B2 n3 {They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 D% k2 w% Y# \ K
Perhaps they never will. |
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