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8 O t% C& j, e G- s9 J8 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Y) B; {! u6 p0 k3 |# m. d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . K' N) L, i' L' m: V! z; N; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 _6 h( \! w2 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . @, P5 G( \) v/ u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ X1 q# |3 C) c" y
How you suffered for you sanity,
# E8 U& |; b& d5 J( THow you tried to set them free,
2 h( U5 C" [3 c4 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* t* S1 B$ q% W8 T8 a1 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 l( J/ }' C4 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 n+ S) x$ l7 ^7 ?9 V7 l( cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , n- j+ U( p u( A% K( m* L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 E) l" a( r7 C" EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 {& F) ~" d! a5 y1 L( I9 r$ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 g6 l) a+ P: o2 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ M! ]1 B {* c+ m7 O" t+ L* O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. J; \& Y: V4 f+ S( t7 r! Y7 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 b6 K5 b) w! E/ U+ ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& u. w* f! N( w; C/ NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 {/ |3 c! {% M$ v- T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' r6 w: d4 G% ^) a nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # _ b2 ~" T) j6 l) V3 _/ T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " ~6 t& ?) A! R- }) o
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E; e2 X) m1 oHow you tried to set them free,
l4 r/ g" p) b8 B+ r+ iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 L" v* x5 c# J) qPerhaps they never will. |
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