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/ I6 Y3 l6 p0 |" s6 p' B9 @- |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " @% H G9 h: D+ U$ `0 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ A. o7 Y( q# _. h/ g: _; Z+ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# |/ c8 J0 Q3 ~; j6 v2 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 }8 P9 [/ \& }9 d: X' d3 p( Q2 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. H( L2 `5 u1 iHow you suffered for you sanity, & B4 \0 {* J8 B0 i6 z! i# `
How you tried to set them free,
6 h0 S. {+ a! S6 u6 G3 d% D/ C; j! }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ~3 o. w/ y8 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; t) [- z5 t" Y% X& Q% R$ M& d3 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. C1 W4 N+ F9 l3 G" Y( v- ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. h" j# z+ j( }/ hWeathered 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, * l+ U; \1 M% k0 V- i1 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) S- V5 `+ X1 M3 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! j& t, P: G. aBut I could have told you, Vincent, . y1 b( e2 M, P5 p* E% J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) `* [. {0 O5 U" |' h& m9 E; hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% s2 a _4 |9 _- o c! _- ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Y5 g* I# {; U- a! y' o- C1 B) _* rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ]' t( G5 R2 ]! Q. i* ~( {
How you suffered for you sanity,
( Z! G( l ?& I1 e% \) ~How you tried to set them free, ' _/ r" q( Y# l6 |0 Y4 c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 R- A2 J- b8 l) I4 l; G2 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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