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5 E% u% Q4 X8 Q+ e2 E' O8 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 g! V5 m0 N0 w/ g2 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* G& k! T: w4 @6 f* @1 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 H, B* k% O4 y. y& S, ]+ C/ g/ o) ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ t$ w% J' X+ C2 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* w: a0 n) t- w, o9 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 k1 d: R; t8 |How you tried to set them free,
5 K! N" }0 W$ P, T, }# Y9 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ `6 G1 ^1 b1 ~- b8 t% GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ `, g7 _* \. g. M) BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! d% W* I# [0 x+ g$ k2 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- a8 D/ h |; s, ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' A/ T4 J$ N, K0 E( l' d; |6 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 d. r9 G. u y4 s# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 m+ L# W# i4 T# J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * c7 C5 v) R' ]+ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 T6 ~ T; }2 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" X! l/ Z n' e; wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ e+ f! F9 N; `" K" O4 W7 D3 a GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! z* u% P' d# F* l+ ?5 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # z. |" o6 Q- T$ t% L5 {6 r; p
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, 3 l! u' V8 N" L
How you suffered for you sanity,) ~ s0 U- |- X# F6 ^# `- Z- b2 l1 q
How you tried to set them free, $ G0 V8 j& j+ E: |% c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 T' H' u2 R' i0 v' d! _0 lPerhaps they never will. |
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