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% A4 Z: ], R, E) QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 V/ J3 P* M2 K1 ?5 A0 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( i; ~) H$ d! s! |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 P4 i7 E6 g" B. U5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ T M3 Z: j# j: Q% @; \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 P0 A, G& d7 `) m
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s0 Y9 v/ C% X, w0 W: y% T0 l5 uHow you tried to set them free, $ h6 f# D. y, s: h" m4 O) n4 M. W, O% U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 B- u- g8 W& YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 b2 e+ a: y6 q0 w7 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. H8 B- g. k, C. u, @2 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 y% W7 K% m+ }' [
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, # _: M w6 D' u' y* n$ T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 K0 F2 o9 u C" X, ~) d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 E I6 t1 [0 U, {6 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ^% @1 P6 v! c) iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 z6 J1 g' z% N! u5 O; V& l4 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( J3 _, n: J* s9 q8 w; N+ f: h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! c. K+ Z6 @ F4 Q( V( cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% I& Z/ `3 G9 x1 s7 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 G& b! i: E9 O5 V+ ]: e; `, v( sHow you tried to set them free,
1 J1 }$ _2 z+ M. r8 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 |( f' r8 {2 s4 zPerhaps they never will. |
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