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# ?& u! S$ R; X/ SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^) ~: a9 H( i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 T' [' {, S8 j% s2 P xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ^5 R# I9 `9 ?7 |- x: ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 j; b" u4 G# M% {& D$ m2 n/ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 l( c" Z; ^- [" fHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 N- u7 f% W4 s& z. a/ n5 S
How you tried to set them free, 4 _1 p3 A7 k* D) C; F3 L, N2 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; S! }4 s( l% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # v* T5 D3 h/ t8 k2 |7 _7 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % g7 I1 m e& ^" S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 P( f Q& h) H0 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. R. F$ i. s3 j7 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 R# p- `4 h8 R8 e" G h2 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 g# ]% {* X4 v$ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' y- j9 y' p& b; ?' W) ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 h& g- |' j! j! M* e4 A2 ^! nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 Q3 h; @: L& ]- M9 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 N/ C+ j1 `- M# ^* K5 M: QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 x9 L2 _3 W, S- g u) u- I; r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ?' K7 h4 j4 a4 O7 y8 D3 F7 k- {, U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: _" X; ^* t8 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 I8 S8 }7 b# }4 Z3 h4 l1 S
How you suffered for you sanity," k: E% c$ w4 `
How you tried to set them free, $ x9 n9 u8 Y, b7 ]! _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 k3 y/ b+ Y/ c5 D( sPerhaps they never will. |
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