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, p6 j3 ]8 ]: S, i; EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # K/ ?& C' _2 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: ?6 _+ M1 Y: e8 U( u$ W) YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; m' r/ K1 ?. b& j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: G9 h6 j1 L: i* a" M. P0 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 T( T: \$ n+ h# i9 W1 L9 X# @How you suffered for you sanity, 5 _; ]. b- a* S6 U2 B
How you tried to set them free,
1 B2 _) ?1 F3 v0 f' YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l) j& W4 Z# |& v2 E$ j/ C+ o9 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. Q# O5 j+ n7 y& gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ t/ q" p) d- ?% [+ d8 b& CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, w" J* M r7 O7 X; I: E' x
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, 9 W' k# g/ s, s: ?( w) y. d- Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ]+ p' G B( C7 G* d- v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# w3 m5 v8 V; P& UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 L" A( h: M% Z3 r/ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / m$ p* M3 Y! A+ V& a, a9 T, g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- m8 I" [4 Q0 m: O5 w; d7 }: B3 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! q: i/ a7 f. w2 x" RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 i% n( h N% c: d( f( g2 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , h+ a7 L3 ^4 X2 n: M4 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Q; C( T% ~6 o7 T2 ~8 K! i
How you suffered for you sanity,
) T' J# Y) H! A; P4 v% vHow you tried to set them free,
% u0 y# C* d: \5 X" \0 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, * W& R7 U' ~. |# e
Perhaps they never will. |
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