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* K9 a' M$ [ t$ Q0 x2 w5 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 v3 t6 {# z) C+ z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ _6 L( s% |4 q" aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% B3 z2 b2 B/ u* e8 e0 ?* S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ H1 d6 t, q, l7 E$ i9 _! W# P q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ]2 U" v& x. u: L( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 E6 A/ `% U4 q2 nHow you tried to set them free,
# u0 O& F0 { o2 p8 ~& zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O1 x( r+ T$ ~ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 X$ V E! D1 B; M: z* Q8 N( t% {, ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; L- n o3 c; I/ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: K# p) f- r- C7 a; UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Y. Z' M2 x3 H9 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : \) R5 K" P) S+ k, a# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " X; l3 M5 ?7 y' T ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! }+ R3 j- d' BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ m) _" d* U3 z7 S. bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( V. O* |# w6 [( M4 H& ]0 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* N, n' w4 I/ u" G* l2 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , t: e* i' M4 Q, }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ e5 Q% s& I# H" S x+ ]$ a2 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) d5 a2 }# p* Z3 S. w, H; d7 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: V/ |" \% e. r' KHow you suffered for you sanity,
" J! U& _2 e* K O8 v/ jHow you tried to set them free, 5 F7 U0 } ]4 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 C3 V: Z3 C8 Y0 e4 E$ E, KPerhaps they never will. |
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