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- n- p& v* Y. K SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " S3 W% |" @: X$ O8 `$ {: L! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 T* t% A2 a) `# @7 \! @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) K+ z( S1 b, m% s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Y4 R, M* ^( U9 Q2 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 k+ l! e+ w E! c* v
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ M( x# n: s: c2 N5 GHow you tried to set them free, ( a4 W" N4 _" n& ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + o+ G( S( T l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 k( V( Q4 d) E' m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 H. O0 I! t6 ~) D2 @; dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 B# c" D7 S; ?4 ]4 w2 g' \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# X) b# }9 J* l; j6 _4 a( c4 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" c4 i5 y9 b {5 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ b6 v6 V/ y) q& x' u7 D! JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& d0 _) V. ? F' x \. M" VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# d/ ~: R5 [7 s. m, ^* B) f. {# `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 H* y: g+ I! x. @ J( {% J( L. U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 V3 D) G8 b2 o$ \. s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & O6 R0 `* p# Z/ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! _$ h/ |% T8 h$ X1 q! X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( I9 d8 L/ P9 K; M3 ?# {3 T; z7 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
* k2 A) p9 t7 s8 ?3 uHow you tried to set them free, $ e- f* P5 w2 I! H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ ~, [' l+ h3 D- ?1 Q! X2 |Perhaps they never will. |
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