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8 D/ e+ e8 ^3 |: }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ z' i o$ Q! |8 K ^$ q3 z9 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % [2 [# O H5 B& v; ^' s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* c2 E- `& m2 o1 H" ~( G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( a8 J9 I$ j& a; L H p! L" a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 P4 p) ? m. q6 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 V2 T6 g! J: y* M8 qHow you tried to set them free, * X& W1 n3 [. Z. R& j" f1 u' X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 H; Z4 r! @3 p* {( M1 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 |! t7 H6 \ z& W6 L# iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * d' ?( u6 l N7 E( l7 a7 q1 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& k% X' W7 Q- F9 L% k4 fWeathered 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, ( `; j( f1 ]# C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * D! h& U/ w+ d! G/ j Y) n E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' m% T9 X1 t# eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' s9 p) _" Z" S) F9 z: P8 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ^: U, K2 w) p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& B# K! C# C7 C* E& j4 L! Q, QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 U: s1 H2 b) K2 f* |3 e3 _: hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 S" g. | e' y! o$ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ~; L- @$ q& d+ g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' S. @- Z) W# j+ v O0 m! d1 M8 [
How you suffered for you sanity,! o/ w: l' E7 |7 p7 p$ F- e
How you tried to set them free,
9 O5 ?4 ]7 e6 {+ V) I5 n' f/ oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 y% d. U: {1 B* TPerhaps they never will. |
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