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) E; a6 s: A4 h. L8 o E1 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" {) t# c8 u- D1 o+ I- w' n/ M2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v- u# i. x, J$ D) z: A* q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! r! F+ E* z/ _) C( tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. B t' v' F* h' ~1 N# n- F [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# v. n1 {9 Q5 s0 g, m* m8 gHow you suffered for you sanity, - E$ v) m5 q0 J4 _9 N* W3 B7 f; B
How you tried to set them free,
* @9 b+ N/ `' @6 T IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! I- H! P! z) q4 w; N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, E+ _$ y% V; q1 f% xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & `3 Z, X, F" {7 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ K" \3 d& i: `) E$ s+ c. R( ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" E! [3 Y% A% t8 {& WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& H* L; J( f: k$ X2 f) K# ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 S4 C+ M s# y L3 V5 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, I# w2 `1 c* ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ~- i2 V8 ~( j P: iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 F# x5 R, ?; ?% \1 H7 Y+ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' K6 b8 D+ O0 O% V N* MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, e2 B) W |' o$ _9 M/ W5 P9 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b+ N4 O* A* U* tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 I9 F k+ c8 Q% @, `! y1 u
How you suffered for you sanity,& T) I3 E- V7 s% B
How you tried to set them free, D8 U& Q' b! \- k6 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 B" D% W9 o5 T% X0 ]% \Perhaps they never will. |
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