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8 K) w! r: B" p/ B# xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E* w$ q. @$ E& W; ^: c: ^) h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ u" x9 S: T- G' N1 U; HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: V( d# S+ t+ L* a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ G5 g: F( H9 i" sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" T, i6 }/ \1 E% P/ E5 L8 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 d" Z4 S% x1 g1 w+ QHow you tried to set them free, 0 |1 `4 n- x0 P# O1 u/ h0 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 s& p3 `' D4 [. u pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 T; Y9 u/ y5 J/ N3 _5 r) b. M: ^+ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 D% O. i& s3 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 W H* ?( y) d" ?5 @5 [( l' ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ J, `, ]( e6 u+ R2 R) G! uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : n. Q4 `! ?3 ?0 y% L4 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & P9 Z, F, p' e9 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' |# w! V7 Z3 f+ G2 u% S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' G8 U6 w$ B8 N! V8 d% l" [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ m: w3 ^- H) S2 m7 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , s) e9 x5 \& k" p/ c+ }/ w* o5 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + a4 O/ J* \9 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ]* }( P: {' {8 j4 y1 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / N8 P: u% V0 i4 A/ J7 J' g/ L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# J. d+ v/ K% }. iHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 B- B( J/ f5 Y7 u( l, VHow you tried to set them free,
# n: X4 A: D9 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 B% u C6 K- a+ ^% IPerhaps they never will. |
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