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1 o% K E, }0 m/ Q; `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 M) V( A+ y0 d U/ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 S: e, P: w) [) [# s& @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 t& w( ~) @; r$ E' W: ?" W" A/ j* ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " m% n+ P& L$ J. [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ a# Y* e: e7 \; x2 z" dHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 [% ~- ~. l0 c: _9 K* K% e; ?1 aHow you tried to set them free, & K, U8 O5 T' H$ M/ n G1 ^% a o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! q' x z# I8 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
m9 l0 k. z# ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Q$ \4 x: @' M6 L6 i! jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ^+ x1 f) ?8 X& ]( CWeathered 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, # G4 T. k' _( d6 E& F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: H I( w9 h/ q. uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - A" D5 _3 S5 i4 A& j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( I1 p4 q' V8 Y3 @' r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! g6 X* }' x+ Z( |+ l [ mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' s5 M! e! Z" Y( C! DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r) S" g# Y3 d* [! d4 d. g5 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 R0 r* k' M' ?/ W* V% o7 {' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % a) T9 d1 e- `3 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 T) L7 U( |: i! \7 B+ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 H6 M% v! W; A1 ? qHow you tried to set them free, 5 O2 E+ W" f; ^. ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* c" c. r v( g1 D# RPerhaps they never will. |
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