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# ]7 G6 x) O# \% ^* m4 M3 P+ |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . J0 r0 m2 L0 W5 A( U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 k0 N" ?2 P/ N9 j2 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# T6 N) T8 }/ Q/ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , G! ]3 T9 O! g9 n1 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v# L7 M7 V6 {; KHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ X7 X4 O3 Z5 X! QHow you tried to set them free,
# I! w6 c, A" R8 a& V; [, LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 V3 X9 t: e) P3 p; U* R0 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : I L3 N( S8 O/ i/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : Q6 e& ?/ F* J/ V" y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& n, I& a% G% N9 u$ ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ o/ u9 O1 z3 i! B) }; D4 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! R+ T c. Q& u! H9 X) Y% a+ }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : O, I+ X4 B4 m, X! m* q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) o& K$ P$ t2 n. O+ f( N5 S9 C! [) MBut I could have told you, Vincent, / l2 O0 [3 o( q ^5 l, _4 L- n6 I& a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 j9 g2 Y' k# w: U3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ j. g" @/ h1 E% o( fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ~! {1 a O9 k Q; V% u8 e8 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 `3 O# v1 E" m' G5 @* E' S
How you suffered for you sanity,; {/ i3 e* x+ H A
How you tried to set them free, & C0 A9 x5 y" a% L$ J* U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; D! K! K+ y, h( d* Z! mPerhaps they never will. |
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