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5 Z. C% s8 I! A, C JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 [- R/ P! b( N/ ~# a4 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * G) ?4 |" U: k+ J+ S7 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Y; l' \5 ^" }6 Z9 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 u/ |/ V( p0 R, v. a4 l- n3 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& F; }# R. b" X
How you suffered for you sanity, % f! A( Q1 u; m1 g
How you tried to set them free, 0 n( R# ]- N" @& p3 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' D$ Y$ o. @, M, Y" D6 P5 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 p- S; P; H5 h# N7 ^: u3 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 G/ P9 C3 d/ v: i4 F5 w3 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: E" |5 {# P" Z+ y3 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B) j% j5 {$ U$ D. {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* S: W; L2 y* A; P7 N, L6 q. }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; X( V1 z& L: [1 C5 ]* S$ I' ~0 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 u! D) v2 J+ _: u3 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
W+ b: S4 A) ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 L* H# Z2 ~ Z/ d WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ?% ?: t& V& [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ a O* D$ s+ B. a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, T4 K o: g" |* k4 D7 A
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,
9 n9 u$ x: ]7 c8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
- d* _, A1 O3 E$ _9 s8 [How you tried to set them free,
# I* s. R; }2 L! P2 N) C+ E7 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 {' ?. d! L& O* q: J# m1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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