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8 _/ w2 ]5 D6 \" wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 V8 l$ F; N6 E/ Z& kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 v3 n8 w! s( [: j. x: P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, I6 S% U6 V: U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : k& ]* ]: T9 w: x/ ~+ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* }, Q* F" g8 ^/ T+ ~/ I/ d6 z2 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ m' P4 @. W3 z% o: l9 aHow you tried to set them free, 2 Y' |2 Q5 O8 A w! T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & \' J- o3 O# [+ e; X5 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' e# x" a) N/ {; V3 I; A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & A' `2 _8 f% Q$ N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 n1 @/ s2 G! Z$ y! ^( l
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,
" l1 T M" s5 O" G% k' O. ]2 ?! WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( ^1 o* C! s" X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & M$ O" b6 @) j" C3 L# k2 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' s! {& f( K; Q: h4 V2 H) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 C! c; t- @' s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . t$ f1 f+ H U0 o! P* ~" O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * _. T2 Y5 X6 w. D0 D/ O; m9 h) G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: |# }; K; z* |! `. S* J3 z3 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 p% k+ u) `! KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 C. \8 ^8 Z' t: U, p
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 @9 a3 S: n; ~$ Q5 D. |How you tried to set them free,
l* a: O# b* U; }! t0 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, , v3 t3 F @, I9 w' u) |% E
Perhaps they never will. |
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