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! c( N8 q* R9 ?# \! }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 s. k$ |2 d2 B. H2 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& R" q4 j( `* s$ W0 ^8 k! ]! T% Y0 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" g& ]* }( j: T/ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! j# j% n) R8 o* b Z7 A& z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 v( ]: l2 v" e
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 M. ~, C! [4 y @. x2 } ?: kHow you tried to set them free, - ~: ?6 E+ V" @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 V* F+ }& E: d, L j6 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. b5 l6 Y B! [3 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Z. }4 C" X8 u$ r% P0 \" j! aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 z* B/ R1 x) s1 G! L0 u# c) C9 LWeathered 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, 3 J* q6 C! ^/ p6 y$ C+ U7 o+ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Y0 n- N* z- zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ? {: o7 t- g' s, ]; k7 \% ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 r: [2 }3 n" Q: P8 s* L" D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, U U- |) h# w s8 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # E. f: d% [) y- i7 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! I3 {. @5 o1 a w' n) N( j3 Z( `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. U( Q: ^9 p! m& m9 A( F3 T" j# }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; W. G0 |: E2 C
: q. {' w( H3 u. W7 m1 ~. N( L3 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 a8 L5 c( f) y1 T. ~3 G% s
How you suffered for you sanity,
: R6 z8 F3 r/ @. i, }; wHow you tried to set them free,
, P2 b, M1 R9 h4 B4 \' |They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ n3 K3 ~. z+ K: G$ BPerhaps they never will. |
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