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, U( o# g! d' @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( P! K# |! l8 t% b* p V( C: C& T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ l6 R# E n! B, yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ]0 J7 `6 y' W9 k. e6 r1 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % W* [( H6 |# G* G& D% P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& x. o; v. T) ~+ b- q: F2 j' eHow you suffered for you sanity, * {1 }7 z E6 \
How you tried to set them free,
0 M; T2 C7 T1 n- [; k. s: IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; W o5 D+ D) b3 B' JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 O- L5 K% p+ a* O1 G+ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o9 |8 }) ~/ F& i1 B9 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 g R# j0 c- ]4 n% d. ]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,
+ n7 E1 w+ |) y2 i1 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 F9 A; u8 f/ D- k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) x3 I) L8 C( o4 K! b. n N) ?But I could have told you, Vincent, % i' z, r. U# u6 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 {3 r# _9 w Z6 H/ [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 n! v6 L. S1 T0 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, B0 w W$ N) b* WThe 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, 4 [% Q+ t4 U6 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ u9 s4 o/ G# Z- h6 ~8 ZHow you tried to set them free,
, `) Z4 n2 F5 ^. K: S8 j2 _7 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, - n/ Y* K( P3 r! u4 S& B, d
Perhaps they never will. |
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