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( s4 u; Z& b0 z( h% a( @8 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, J( s2 J7 p3 v& j4 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 c4 B# K, m0 s% G2 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& a6 K* R( G# K8 M6 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! c* O9 I$ D1 L6 Y- mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 y- s9 G" _7 w% v# W' z6 V( }6 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ]$ e& v' O- x4 SHow you tried to set them free, ! K6 l8 X4 P$ H6 B. m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L" b; \+ q( E4 H) Z+ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" F: U( h @; ^# v# {0 K9 D9 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' c b% u) h/ z2 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& w( s) } a3 M f1 E+ t' wWeathered 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,
( T7 G% f+ T) g8 \4 L P5 p& {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ J& k: }6 L0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 h' s0 Y* z( g3 B: L6 N9 d5 T7 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
o2 t1 R9 R4 u" a. L$ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( \6 p8 `: C1 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 m5 Q$ `& |( r5 D9 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; P: {' v- e2 i/ ?: [- KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ]- s( w* p9 J1 K/ `+ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 `9 A0 n/ s7 B3 T: n" a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% e8 M0 N ?$ i: lHow you suffered for you sanity,
* I: T* H) z2 ? THow you tried to set them free, + |$ M1 N) j* Q2 N* T$ c x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 I4 m8 H) d2 _0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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