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n, S5 ]) }/ l: q SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 O% f9 g& A. Z, [* E# h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `6 U$ j# i' j1 J0 w4 d8 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 J, z& f& D1 I6 G/ pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 G& ~9 p: N) U* P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' a3 P4 W5 }- e8 @0 U n5 K3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
; g7 Z& A, O3 m6 a! P% G9 X9 iHow you tried to set them free,
- a* M7 H. _! O7 C- C7 I- mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , z& \- o$ x. ]) t+ l( `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 L* w/ ~" t4 I5 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' z4 L( i, H6 A5 q+ C; s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # u( x* ^, c& f( V, i0 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* l5 x; r7 a3 R7 g8 ?8 w. dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; D, E+ Y8 Z% c% H) @8 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " u6 v9 j& T7 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + k% \+ n2 G+ f5 N+ i4 f6 q% i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! z: A. d5 T: E! j b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 P. h, M& H) m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e# |8 m/ j8 Q% f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " f( w9 f7 a, u7 O. }, [7 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 P2 |! @5 u8 z. t* x1 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Z# k, b3 ~3 y7 ~$ A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. L) W: I3 }; V& t8 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
% {& f; h( O7 S* \1 q0 [How you tried to set them free,
) M5 i9 g. D$ k$ t+ g# e9 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, $ B' q5 V: S8 u4 q8 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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