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' ~7 J# ?8 d1 I8 R6 y. zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + M& Y) h/ X" H* G% y& U4 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 K$ O# r2 M5 W+ C: }) M+ D5 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) R. V; l$ G7 ? x% Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! \7 N& ~6 ?- |1 f& s; ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, ?1 K$ C9 J* x) y0 w1 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- t. m$ t o9 o8 Y4 e; cHow you tried to set them free, ( v7 w, r4 w* [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : t% k4 |7 e# u+ N* \! I% v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ `0 R2 b8 O. W6 n/ p' I* ~( t( o) cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 d1 K* S) a: w; N* \7 P9 v0 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L; r3 R5 E1 Q5 YWeathered 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,
4 P. S- u& E' q! i% eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; d" _9 o' z3 Z t, M9 U& O& `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ~1 y3 x3 W8 A, U" _5 G7 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- g0 c+ @! F; d6 _. {7 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * z0 Y: l! z$ P# O+ w5 L% w% |4 Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 n9 V2 t8 w) `9 D- _: dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . q$ O( t$ c. w! r0 E7 Y t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 x+ X# a% r) M/ l f4 [The 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, / p/ o. J: A) R! u' |
How you suffered for you sanity,: v) I2 ]* W5 ^, `6 b: B: Y* A8 R
How you tried to set them free,
+ l1 B6 S1 C I' o- h" S# wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& H/ N) j% T, ^) `+ U/ IPerhaps they never will. |
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