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m" d. c% E; [1 Y0 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) I) E2 |. ^; h4 @% ]' f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 I3 F% Y/ B5 k1 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F- x( Z+ Y, N" JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 I9 X" p# Y$ E) U! bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 Y7 W; o1 }. Q/ p E. n7 O8 N: KHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ P/ R# G9 N, ^* E8 G# M& tHow you tried to set them free,
) ]7 \7 k0 z% k1 G( wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ }' T) |4 Y" W+ ?4 f9 _, OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 i- u+ ?" Z+ B [( e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! H; D# [2 N& e/ w( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 J+ p8 w8 A+ \) U, Y6 Z1 m" K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 q' t6 d' l5 U$ _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ v/ B( T$ Q8 W" JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 B7 d; _; B# b8 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ V3 s$ |) o' x5 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, * Q5 h( Z. b' Q! y# I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# B$ K7 F8 o8 e9 [* }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) o* [4 r) s) y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 T9 P' C- d" K5 `- H s, @1 |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,
* G N4 K$ N( o- dHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 P0 X/ m: B; R" k; P( Q; r3 v/ C* Z$ sHow you tried to set them free,
/ ]+ t& x1 g# y) b+ o' P6 {They would not listen they're not listening still, / r# ~. s; U2 C: j, {" ]: r, i
Perhaps they never will. |
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