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; x4 Y3 F5 j# d' B# zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Q; ]! J2 h- w8 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% M% h+ ?0 ~. }/ A" qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 I! `" ^1 v# Q5 J1 k6 D% x7 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + @& {& Q! H& E+ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% \% }9 N W: nHow you suffered for you sanity, # s3 p) |! {$ C1 ~* P- G" ~ w
How you tried to set them free, $ b8 @% F- K4 s! Y D" Q. O( ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ?) `$ O3 M. p: W( U" h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ }* v! M/ A8 {) V7 K- USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 d% D `0 d" ^& LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ?- H6 z1 j) ?8 Y: R# ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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K2 ^9 r' U0 ~9 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; O# P0 m, }- G( U4 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * d Y9 z+ D' L; z. m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, `0 x- n% ^9 H7 N% U% h. q3 b" XBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Z, J" O! C# c6 c C" Y5 S3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 i3 ~, F7 q3 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 U/ q4 L2 X& x3 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ v/ M) n6 d5 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 n5 Q: i) r) f% cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( m/ Q$ D8 S2 {* `8 U+ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ]% q* P$ c$ v q: S U* T
How you suffered for you sanity,
. F3 i/ f1 L9 o6 s1 y5 J4 bHow you tried to set them free, , K* g& }; R, d9 F/ C/ v9 h4 s# F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" \/ X% ]' v# Y$ p* }& V F% ^Perhaps they never will. |
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