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' T3 r6 |# s9 r3 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( w9 a* w+ b: `8 ^& w' \. N6 H/ g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 [7 V- ^, y5 W6 w5 f" k' t5 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ s/ x) y6 U& e7 J5 D/ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ?& w# {$ J3 Z" k0 ~: R6 x# Z# N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) m- s# ]2 \" bHow you suffered for you sanity, - {, r& i1 ?( l8 N3 o/ O
How you tried to set them free,
+ v) v3 S$ f% _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. A7 w% e" V0 ] a/ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 p. j" N# q7 A+ G# b- n( ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 I3 s J9 u2 S' N) E% \+ j$ ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 K r8 x# e% [$ y) w7 ?- b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' I6 p! b$ Q( k5 u& B/ |2 b! F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ h- w3 ]1 l" r% _/ r( K7 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # j! [9 j/ ~, q( u U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f+ W+ B T6 m8 K$ h
But I could have told you, Vincent, * j. G( D. u" a- ^8 }2 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) U) x! Q5 e* ], g8 X' L U4 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ^ h; B8 v" X4 m% }" Z+ C9 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 T, b7 U2 z m+ I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ q+ l+ x' [- `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 _! A+ d! t, f9 l$ Q0 J
How you suffered for you sanity," _8 |# F. X6 c& b& k, ^" f" s+ X
How you tried to set them free, + f9 s% l }# T( R0 \0 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, x1 m5 Y% ]7 y! K H; mPerhaps they never will. |
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