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" ^" t- V7 K0 L; cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: [. b4 r* l* p% K' ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - m) l" ]9 ~" h! k J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. k; q9 k% T4 P: ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ N8 B. ]: A, |9 q8 S) X- a) b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 s. k3 Z( w1 [4 x2 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ~1 c! D- `" _* e, d6 EHow you tried to set them free, . f4 J) Q" x8 N" R; h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' E* h6 w9 z; l# o- v4 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 t, r0 Q+ @! x/ J b2 v. l" hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 I' f9 a* M4 K% p8 @+ F$ u6 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 h! t N" ?6 U1 p. \4 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * z, l; h O. u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' @! a' w3 ~+ Q9 Y: j7 U) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x! b# S' K% L0 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 }$ y5 a. p# D5 m+ N; G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 @1 q. A2 `) e* D$ J4 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : O( `4 `. V- U- Q; S* F4 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & H( o: m4 c) m n" o$ D! T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& b- } {1 w- M5 A' ~/ V4 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, b& D. Q. o& O/ U4 s$ q9 I }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 o$ s% P! f) e8 \- J0 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & V3 D, ^! o& _& i* d* C! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 S+ g) k0 r) e! u; KHow you tried to set them free,
1 v/ E, L/ |5 S2 I2 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 U! S% m$ y, u# V* k- \Perhaps they never will. |
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