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- \* q h/ {" w/ C1 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 O" J5 x* o# f* ~% D0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 W. ~, B$ B+ G$ |0 ]/ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ]( h$ I4 O" |9 R0 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * H2 {; l3 ]4 x2 l: U! Q& I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 K7 e7 N) W8 y& h# CHow you suffered for you sanity, " [/ s# i4 @% t
How you tried to set them free,
3 N: M( Q6 t, v" w+ o! L _& _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j3 ]% j3 V o; b( N2 \6 y/ x! LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Y2 a* t5 x5 J2 } Y5 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ?- s7 X0 @7 F5 @+ I8 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 m9 U; i, C: g; c7 W# M6 zWeathered 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,
" R O; Z3 [7 X/ X" S6 B# o( FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) s; G% C$ S3 N3 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q% h' b+ X8 ~8 P# W# R8 ]1 w: S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' ]/ c3 v+ Y5 o; H% T9 w( WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ [& g: f4 m& _2 R) R& x3 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, L. z+ z2 b+ A8 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; Q' J4 z5 C: W4 T" \' h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + f) t. X$ M3 Q% d& A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, m# I/ o; M: N! r6 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 z j* h: O1 `* z2 HHow you tried to set them free, ' }# X. J* J7 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 k2 {' M. t& _, R& f: h3 e% Q; |Perhaps they never will. |
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