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" A( h. s0 E$ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 n# U+ u( n7 ]4 s- s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 d9 u) ]. o) ~1 f- p/ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 X# K# @' x! C: [8 q+ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 z/ n9 ?: R: }. X7 y! }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* H+ K, F# v) z: ]4 m" y4 ]7 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 S( _1 c: t6 z* W+ E& O/ l' `, ~How you tried to set them free,
4 i/ ~$ Q! n) d* UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ s- o7 {% G# o) |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, d, P0 H! r9 {, m7 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 }5 d& P% A3 Y: v2 P+ w2 e6 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 L% h* p* M# Z0 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & z! s9 ~& s* u& i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' e! r# s# _6 g, O( iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 G% D) p( l, }6 i2 e1 q0 W4 w0 X/ } ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' R2 u2 v7 c c, { d, _* EBut I could have told you, Vincent, & i% F9 r5 m- w0 ^- K7 |: u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 G3 f# x( P# D1 J- u$ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % c: q# }$ I& s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 A* b/ q. R8 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K& Q% @: e9 F5 H9 ?" b+ ]& S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* N! O1 z0 Q7 E& u5 c) tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + j) N7 W# L1 S1 ^" Y. y4 ~( \! ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
# G( A' {* o8 x* MHow you tried to set them free, 9 M4 ?* y0 G c; y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; x K; d% V: p5 K; |0 R6 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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