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! b4 H! x- x7 v- SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 l! C+ n/ g& u% Z# R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; R8 p( Q* F# A2 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ^& A P$ a0 T& o ?; x" |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ p* Y/ l' r( }7 t2 m3 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 z+ R# Z8 n% y$ g( Q7 }# N/ t7 e, iHow you suffered for you sanity, & P9 i: T$ i/ B: `) v/ _
How you tried to set them free,
! m* j+ V0 F8 `3 R: }0 t# h4 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. H2 T5 S" H, o6 e& ~' e( qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) [4 c( [- r' p2 c( y8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % a, \% b0 l' [9 d: Q6 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- N% v9 E/ {5 F$ G: |7 V% FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. x9 f! @' G) s# d% mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, }7 O- H7 o* f2 i. @; @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 w: V+ S8 M; A) i( ]' R- @8 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 d5 ^' T* b0 p, n( @( h! w; x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 h, K. s2 |/ t( {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 y; M# X( K" \9 t9 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( v8 k, ^# w! c+ W- M( e1 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ N7 c' m$ g% M, }2 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. k4 \2 q* d# Q! m5 P( D+ D, [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* C) j/ |% y- k. pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % d! `: L6 H8 q5 i* O) ]5 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 D4 u' S' H K0 PHow you tried to set them free,
7 X( L* F& Y! J0 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# K, `% Z8 \/ E- TPerhaps they never will. |
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