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( j) y7 c6 g! g+ {7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 i# z3 |1 q) |$ h" C) f3 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' n: Z; @) o+ {; ^: o, D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: O+ _7 m% K6 `" L- s% Q* p$ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O" ~' O8 g5 }7 M. }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 H Z1 M! O0 h" W/ h" H
How you suffered for you sanity, . T3 `7 E( ?9 y' C4 t; Z
How you tried to set them free, # I, l" \2 e: B2 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + D" ^8 G4 q1 }0 x8 E. A1 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 v* ~9 I$ K! ^; U/ R3 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 T& _" f6 P& \; bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. e9 K/ X1 y0 U: z6 NWeathered 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, & _6 N s5 X, v$ p3 {, X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 R6 M8 Q* t9 `6 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ x! l- A+ m) ]* l' L) m, ^But I could have told you, Vincent, . f& N) E1 w: d+ B. L" a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 \% o9 Y G2 U# t4 P b; s- ^& C9 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 w; E: p6 |8 r2 k; qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ h4 N6 X. \; o- v" a# Z6 T9 w$ s% ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & Y3 ?2 d; @3 B% K4 _
1 m+ O. P7 |8 N5 j( hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. c9 k9 v) G! r! Z' ^* J* P& Y( SHow you suffered for you sanity,( t, V0 I5 g; y- l+ Z4 } U5 H
How you tried to set them free, : d4 M; C7 g: |# x% |) R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. X% h( `; [, [% w6 EPerhaps they never will. |
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