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8 F0 U2 F! Z. YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, v1 Z2 M# V! z% {7 G! i5 W' o) @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& T1 P" ]9 U# v4 f; K3 O3 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 u$ I, U( p2 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - d2 G- K! r4 O( p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 z" D' K# ]) w& Q3 q+ R, h& C
How you suffered for you sanity,
# a( C, ^2 r- h( m- [2 F* JHow you tried to set them free, . N. d) C, P) Y. h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # u- L4 E: D1 o; _1 L: Q* ] N3 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # f" S' s- @0 ]5 u O! F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; c4 k6 h3 d0 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * F" N+ z: Z. D" T2 m& A! ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! m$ P' w6 U& o7 X, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ p# h/ @' B- ~2 r" S' r( V4 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B0 M$ ^/ D0 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 R( x! q0 C( a9 \1 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; y% m9 `! j. ]5 f @+ ?& cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 @: L. v& U5 G& ]/ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & l! [0 k$ @. T% x* R5 u( B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- r) G& _+ S/ f: \% ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ X. b$ _" p+ |9 h2 M+ lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" r0 y5 t0 F+ M- D! j( A9 D0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 B0 \" I# s" |4 s, [7 v
How you suffered for you sanity,2 X# H/ ^4 ?) d
How you tried to set them free,
- j! {/ M% ~/ ^# XThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! @4 Y- C, y. b z+ K" J
Perhaps they never will. |
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