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' @5 [6 }! I0 |! M0 i8 rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * R! ^ |. S/ j. l0 b: W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: h" O. }- y9 d# ~4 z7 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 s$ a" J& F2 B8 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + f/ n- b" Z6 q; }% T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" G% |: z i+ DHow you suffered for you sanity,
" y5 P9 z4 `! z. z. [0 Q; _4 UHow you tried to set them free,
+ P- M9 H; _# a8 \2 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& h |4 X! K# FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
R1 j( h* z3 A! cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) R$ L4 p$ T+ i \% {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Q8 q, `2 {+ |3 i: m0 r
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,
( S( }" ~$ A7 z7 P" gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ]4 W, A! U% e' w- z- m. eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 Q; T+ `1 N) g5 G3 I" `$ [$ CBut I could have told you, Vincent, I# p+ b+ W' ?' y. {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / B4 T3 ~7 e9 y- a, F9 N2 W# n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 R, Y: [ O. AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ X' Y* L( }( H0 f+ z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# n3 L6 C, `! `% a/ p* KThe 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,
- D6 t, }/ j' I! E/ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 z% ?2 |1 Q- `" x) Q* IHow you tried to set them free,
8 z, }7 R$ }+ m* k- s' ~1 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, + o! y6 P+ A! F9 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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