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0 c: C0 t: p5 e& K% D" q8 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 m, }- m, V1 q j5 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& |# p4 _) m5 b+ [: W, {" JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) x4 m& k/ y# x0 v/ e" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + v. I& n& y2 z0 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 M7 N$ K8 u: ~% yHow you suffered for you sanity, x0 \/ i) [9 `! W3 M' ?- [& ?
How you tried to set them free,
0 ]5 j" K1 J9 @& S9 V7 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ?: v2 {5 K y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 m# u+ ~ i* }4 l! k rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ~, E7 l- P8 T1 B5 s; u" UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ y) Q% _7 p8 l. Q- [1 i" ]+ |2 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 b* k3 a% z( M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! j) G% d2 c# r* O) V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 E. W5 O/ s& I9 s, M& J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! G8 M; v0 K% Y. qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' h9 Z8 e+ K8 s( d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& s2 h" @6 i/ d; H. AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( G0 R5 K6 h, P+ K' v% W# x) o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) x3 }+ m9 k6 L1 C0 v& A- LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; f0 L0 N& y; V2 x3 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ `/ b# }- b2 Y; RHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 a% J, \' Z9 yHow you tried to set them free, & Z, e' P6 x) x( J* r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# W7 z$ _# k+ \8 W3 U0 [Perhaps they never will. |
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