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, {0 e5 M, R7 ^: M* wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " n* w0 w3 S. s% W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / z: ]/ Y% J& T6 a: c- x/ n, q! W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 g( A# ]0 `; ]$ H# T" n$ [9 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & z- S) A4 C5 l6 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, F' \& H! k% a! m2 K7 g. z; OHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 }3 }: J% k& s1 E3 S( F- P
How you tried to set them free, 4 u3 i% m( H! }# M% l. B' Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( \5 P) j9 i/ F' WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Q* }, G) x4 ~" W% s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 w4 M6 K+ z9 r" I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: H9 O K5 Z. I9 _: t% b6 ZWeathered 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,
$ U+ `& q; @! A/ ]% n4 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& O Z/ d4 j" a2 Y3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' _9 S& r! F; |. L( y" wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ y: P' @/ t3 `- vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 b" @# f* i1 N/ p5 q; HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, G% K* n, k2 I; y2 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
c- V, ^3 o% gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" G4 }1 c* ^7 u5 EThe 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, / ]4 ~" P6 Z, f) ^2 i
How you suffered for you sanity,4 D3 y! P* ^' v# ?' `$ o
How you tried to set them free, U: J& e& G( D* Q |& H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: L1 K: {( j8 G; CPerhaps they never will. |
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