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" S3 ^, J, q$ Q9 K- h3 S' [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) I( h0 X+ v5 {' p4 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" [9 S# C7 v7 |# A4 k% f* MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 y" ?0 K6 U# g8 ~* Y- o- C( YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 S" ] M0 c1 Q% WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- g! x" ?; p, l/ NHow you suffered for you sanity, ! h7 C8 J+ T8 C# `. M6 n: F( ^
How you tried to set them free,
' V1 A9 A6 n( v# G/ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ?2 O) K, L8 J. b7 _& Y% IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: X: D6 t" y, D* I% D) m' F. v7 Q" QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ o8 y8 a$ d8 B* o/ u) I/ f+ n) MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: C9 p1 F/ c6 M, D: g9 ]9 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 _. f/ U/ ?' B$ W' [9 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: W+ [7 w6 ~0 m- d9 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & L: x9 r* R0 p, i( [' M I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ] e: s' R- e/ o& T1 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( {$ l8 y( m( j7 l+ D( OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# I3 e, P' w7 K7 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, {& I: |+ b. k3 m5 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 Z& h3 I3 v; E/ D& ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% V4 v# ?' ?9 @- ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p- G2 |+ R# m. Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 [# |) m9 H4 }, V
How you suffered for you sanity,9 W: _ @/ x8 V
How you tried to set them free, & c, ]+ ]1 x( Z, j
They would not listen they're not listening still, , Q& H! }% t7 @- T6 _7 ?* m- W4 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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