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' h" ]8 G! p$ Z vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # d! G/ W4 w6 Z2 g( i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 O2 x+ R$ S! T( _2 T4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 t, N1 v+ r9 I0 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 w. x6 c8 x- F! C( BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {! R1 t$ e, cHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ { Z) s! k+ A) V0 J0 b& PHow you tried to set them free, * z, I% f4 }0 i$ u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' P3 Q- D5 s8 F/ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 O+ R, a: j- j2 u6 @( r3 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ M% g" l8 K% }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Z/ T; I# G1 e" @. e# \' a7 x
Weathered 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,
0 }8 R. b" H& q' s% `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Q, e7 [9 E: G8 R7 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 L" `! `& {9 S* [1 XBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 @. ^2 K) K* C2 g/ F' z3 c6 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 [/ r, I4 L1 D! X8 D) F% D; L. s7 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " X" _6 H7 a2 l; e. v- H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 @5 q: r/ h. b5 \0 ~# vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 C" j9 c" j1 e9 l5 s5 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * }! V+ v. u ]' f, |; U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 {2 S8 o" Q' D+ V. _; I
How you suffered for you sanity,' r* I, R# n; l/ W) r
How you tried to set them free, % P: F( Y# \% z/ h, c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: U6 {8 K+ z# `% A% w* RPerhaps they never will. |
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