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% }# _% |! K5 u( W$ wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & @, k- W1 U& l. D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" M5 k# w8 ^2 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% C. }" F: O; y$ g2 f8 h! E3 u$ A; gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 S; n$ ]& K. I' r6 _- a jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) `9 b; [( r$ S2 ^% @! zHow you suffered for you sanity,
& g- c- D1 X- t/ wHow you tried to set them free,
2 T- y& f# P4 m0 `3 P6 b; kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 E- d# j/ o+ Z& m, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: w. p( e# D; K* ?( R/ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& @7 ?- V+ j$ p9 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 T+ I y" `) Q1 N' _1 Z
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, . D$ k% c0 ^5 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " f, n$ e: `2 [2 @! u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ^3 i1 @ n, e/ Q' j1 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, # F: E( y& @; z8 D& P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; `! ^/ F( p- ~( E. j: AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / {5 W S' z! r, I" O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 p' a: m2 _8 d; k, ]' RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 E; o; { ?% D6 M7 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- S8 g5 W! G; f: }0 E4 l5 rHow you suffered for you sanity,: |1 T5 L1 }4 p4 l$ ]3 X" B9 Y
How you tried to set them free, 4 ]7 i3 I5 S6 Z' {6 N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; m& }$ [% M9 \* ?+ U% _Perhaps they never will. |
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