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: A; ]6 @' h0 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " [& z$ J5 q- V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) s1 C: f+ @% r# t+ T) E* @/ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 e: C% C* H9 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v1 a7 ]2 W \- y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 U$ A9 O( e" N: f
How you suffered for you sanity, # D4 ]4 b# o2 k3 h0 J, M! `
How you tried to set them free, ( S: t! x- R" L4 j, S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# C/ Y+ K: `& A: e+ V* J, B2 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ W2 d3 L* y6 C' b& S( lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 K6 Z( Q9 H% Z. t' [- x$ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' V; B( J/ a; Y# e& f
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,
, M3 O- ]4 `9 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, c. W! i* @! }" xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 T! l2 r9 J, Y+ F( Q- {* M6 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ~9 Q1 w) H! F4 O! h0 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) L# A2 d+ W/ s6 ~2 M0 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; e8 C+ C# I$ |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! k. @+ A ~9 s" _ X( |1 LThe 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,
1 }/ j! w# W. ~- \" i; p1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
# H! ?2 [) s1 S8 e0 j- JHow you tried to set them free,
" c& \; q- M% f* O# P3 l% AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 f: g- z$ Y" |6 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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