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3 H3 _$ O: E6 T% F$ ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 [- X0 _7 M( J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 t# o$ S' n9 w k; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 d9 C9 y& }/ v& K4 I1 G- NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) Z- c; o" z+ D7 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 C2 n# I) a+ e% S
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 }, q, d' [- D1 d4 OHow you tried to set them free,
, u+ s! k( K! q) _1 i- H4 T. nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ t- R4 A3 m. ]2 t) c6 w, |* NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, r) p9 l* N5 I z8 Z: H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 p4 M9 d" |% f( a* I# U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % }% S9 F5 H/ g- 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,
- Q. c4 Q: i7 x7 f% eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) l8 k: K5 ~# s8 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 _% p0 f& P0 b6 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ]! B% |$ i4 `3 E d. p: S' cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ p5 Q8 k% v9 K, [$ A. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 E3 Z J; A- R* v9 B+ s" D2 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }$ Y+ S T2 f% Z, A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z' |& i% F% g( b. O: tThe 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,
/ }- V4 c9 g5 e- |; r; P+ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l! }( {+ A' H1 j) F" c, uHow you tried to set them free,
* v5 Q( }. j w" S+ H5 V; M- A& JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 Y; a( q/ d; g
Perhaps they never will. |
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