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* \- c9 C p8 K" n; qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + g% V/ L5 R& |* Q5 ^; w8 K, [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 a$ `" }- w: r. [( r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ U) _/ S8 g9 o+ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) p5 K r2 N6 X9 E! C2 C) d! C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 G1 e: ]# R$ [; {: _" q2 AHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 B2 I, I( r+ N4 H; c
How you tried to set them free,
9 S, B* D6 U) q9 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ x; c% i. o/ F6 [ p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / v' s: G# R4 k8 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 V8 n4 g; f; g$ a% n# E n0 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 x# y2 a8 d ]# ^, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; g5 l' E6 A2 |! q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & T1 r* B! d. }$ E! n" M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ~4 y" R) W# R( `$ ? I3 a% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 S' U6 g% c" X; d
But I could have told you, Vincent, / k. W( E5 B2 ^) u% p2 T4 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 s$ ?$ L W8 Y1 F6 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & o. ?1 @1 y. |1 c, ^# z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . c6 M4 R% i. {1 W% g" T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 w) i$ _) Y! E, p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 X8 P6 ~; Y+ J! {4 z9 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Q1 p8 m3 f/ j8 Y8 `5 }How you suffered for you sanity,% ?0 l6 x6 ]' ^' C- H
How you tried to set them free,
' B q b4 b4 A3 n+ r* m% [; UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 R) V J5 G. Z: N1 A( {. v SPerhaps they never will. |
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