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/ O) q3 o, N. G dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 V* E, N, h8 }; N4 v& U9 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . [* o! R: U1 Y6 {1 E$ ]7 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 c5 `5 I" e! c4 j6 |8 X v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 T- d6 X5 ?, e; q/ WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, G5 h, |2 @. T* A; }) L5 q
How you suffered for you sanity, " A; Q- s% S O
How you tried to set them free, 2 G: `+ P3 Q* Z% S+ y1 d9 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; e* c; a$ F# \; [9 T7 f( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& u- L! r( y5 O+ X# V! T+ S6 q& |0 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) C( y4 b9 ~" [ ~% k& j: PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 b8 v. w8 i% t2 j" e
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, ' p8 h M# I7 A+ D$ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , I/ }5 G6 o8 B1 ^( I* f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / w6 n" m' G2 w* S5 V4 \4 {1 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, & m: ?9 w. H! S- \+ ~! C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 X" X8 o' O. O/ L3 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 n/ }. l( y$ t+ i% NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 l5 P* w8 o; H e6 E' O- F" R' ^% ?The 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,
$ q; d! y* G* y! kHow you suffered for you sanity,- K1 g9 s) a) m, v) T
How you tried to set them free,
7 i3 r. ]( o9 [6 ^$ a/ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
) N6 ~; V/ d: l6 C [4 r6 I0 C9 qPerhaps they never will. |
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