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' U. {& l/ v8 _5 E; R8 _+ [7 I9 ?0 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 U( Q" z$ t( p& K- U8 w0 S; Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! N) ]9 {4 {* z* }, d0 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. }7 l$ F; f6 F0 Z8 |* w" iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 K1 M* ~3 a! ~& {) x% h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* m. o5 K3 h; R: Z7 v( q z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ p0 }0 r o6 j2 ~) P6 D( ]) a lHow you tried to set them free,
* _& D" Z* }4 F2 a4 w4 v5 J" |- qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + @& X% Q8 e9 L* o% S) c* ?2 o: ~: p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ^* @8 a% \' N {1 t9 I8 `. pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 J' Y$ x( t; I/ F5 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ~$ `' x' A1 E, V, i% R d5 kWeathered 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,
( [. w8 V5 m$ _' H2 W9 C- UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 H8 h! u6 U" ?9 l* qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 [- }0 m8 w- v, y! k" J9 [. t+ vBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ U3 W% {( @ q; ^/ z& d s( g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ n: }1 ?! }# _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
W/ x: n. ~# w1 o6 A8 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & W7 z2 F. t$ j$ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : U) L+ r: o! ^# \8 x& R, Q' b
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, $ e a7 ]8 o& M V+ l& C
How you suffered for you sanity,
! F" \6 c1 w/ O" y9 m* ]; W: ~How you tried to set them free, $ K% ~; ^8 |4 h5 R1 {+ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) q* e. O& Z9 E$ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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