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@8 H. O! c$ U! }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 [6 r$ \! R+ D8 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, O6 l% p4 ]7 m3 C* F; pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) o1 @1 ?9 n% A! [ N: {( Y# w# P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 `- V- X! t# ]$ ~- d# x. [: `- m3 J) c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ b- j T+ ^" Z# IHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ]7 l5 F6 K% U- l( ^How you tried to set them free,
2 ]3 H4 @ X# ~9 F3 s* R5 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . V9 r) u, K: q) K$ k+ T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ u% t1 m/ [6 Y- p. @% d% wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - [/ P# `: w5 c# ~, @9 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) [3 O/ J0 i/ Q# f2 {
Weathered 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,
" ^ M# R1 R6 t$ Y m( A! `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
B* m% b9 R2 H4 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - ~& e: j2 t! q+ q, U c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ w& v0 ]+ E3 d; k WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 e* D6 T9 q1 U6 j7 L9 S; Z* cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ?! p" t# Q- G* @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* B) L! G# l6 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 X5 B$ O0 Y0 u$ }( l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ]4 T+ O) F! H1 a, H2 I4 a" mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 j1 Z- o7 ^; g" V9 L9 d% i
How you suffered for you sanity,
# s: q6 y5 d6 w& Q* p& c3 R6 tHow you tried to set them free, ) U% u3 P* Q% P7 t! V, _% }) i
They would not listen they're not listening still, / L3 ]; G8 C$ P( j' b* Q6 @& d
Perhaps they never will. |
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