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4 \4 c' Z$ y& NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ]# h- e: }$ U2 z, f: ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 v' O# u- u3 I7 H+ J/ G. G4 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, x2 D8 j! f* m5 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) Y4 b R0 N. K6 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) X# j: }' V. V3 F1 MHow you suffered for you sanity, # Y4 h' K7 p1 i; ?8 o' e% Y, f0 b/ w
How you tried to set them free,
+ F9 E1 f X l# ^/ i V4 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 l# v7 i' B& C$ z6 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% y& V% {; j( K4 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. C" X( V, f: b ]2 @0 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ U+ O6 k: X* T$ D% y5 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 S$ p+ \- I# Q% K! N- y% V2 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . u+ ~. M7 u% u3 h: F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 e' V7 J) Z( o" J8 X( t) s& JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 z* l9 z6 P v. t# _8 e' Z' J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 `& B+ |% g5 \! s; h3 A+ M4 x' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 N$ g" U5 v! ^% {) t! x9 w( uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 D& H# c; c2 x9 f3 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 i/ l8 T# |- _! P. z* g8 M* nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( v. ~" o3 \% f9 AThe 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, 3 t9 p+ y- C ~2 W1 K
How you suffered for you sanity,% ^( ?1 ]* j8 D0 e
How you tried to set them free,
" I6 n4 {" r& w/ z7 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" ^1 G8 K) B! M; ^/ B& DPerhaps they never will. |
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