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( d8 L9 n- E( x" }1 j+ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Y) A! ~$ D8 D$ R) F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % q Y/ x# z) [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ]. } H, F( O: a6 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . q* r: z) z! c* |% F5 A. m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% [' t) u* n( B; s n- ~6 aHow you suffered for you sanity, * o9 m4 u4 ?1 y* j. E3 ^) d6 J% j
How you tried to set them free,
# S/ m/ d* a& v" @$ u$ u XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Q+ t. i( t: S: r' L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 T2 y: B2 W& P$ w2 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 C; w& U6 Q" ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 K$ B2 ]$ q4 b7 R, t/ K2 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( H) o' n( f3 K0 v+ L" n7 T# }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Y& {/ s+ p5 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 L: O s' h/ T9 e7 T; I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 R) [" k/ U$ }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' t; F; [% h) `/ ^! Z( g* w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% F8 l" d. T2 q" p) W2 b8 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I8 v- B) r" n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % M, g3 q6 G; m" s( q y; a. v+ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ~6 J1 ?# Z( dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ d3 j- ?3 }1 d7 E6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 |/ h5 E; R; e: ?How you suffered for you sanity,4 a% {$ G& Q5 S# x; ?# v$ X
How you tried to set them free, 2 |/ r6 E" u4 a0 Q+ l! I/ t4 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 o" _, [/ B( S9 l# G5 V3 K, O
Perhaps they never will. |
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