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0 N" o! q2 U& e: F, M. R# i: |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + j! Z4 q# _8 w+ S5 {; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# {3 k$ ]7 F, hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ^, O, \1 j; b5 T+ I3 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) |5 n7 S3 v. T4 |* ?1 _% N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* O- q0 ~/ m2 ]3 M. LHow you suffered for you sanity,
L% q F$ ~( \: [% i/ [2 n1 I2 b. jHow you tried to set them free, : Q& S8 c: r* v9 |9 B" G' @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' v9 V5 f. D: P8 b! x9 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - y9 A! T) C- N0 p6 |, V6 U% b# D: I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Q5 j$ Y, ^+ K$ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% {9 t2 o# y/ F7 W0 J8 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 p0 K9 ]) a: e( e& @7 [ e+ w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 i' z0 R& w# H: S. v" b: p3 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + H9 A& ^# N9 G$ a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, l, o# `6 g) _, p v+ ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
' [2 t U4 S [ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " a! e/ \0 o4 X7 x) J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 y7 G( y. h5 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; f8 n1 m& h, I$ j6 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ^$ g" M) c7 C& }; C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % c+ z [$ O8 h7 n1 H2 a7 N
, j3 w# ~! M2 ^0 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 T& b* t2 v m9 J! I+ \( T2 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 d+ g; E2 M1 E" a+ v0 |How you tried to set them free, 8 L6 o O3 v% I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# j& s8 v3 ]* a# U6 V# {8 H; fPerhaps they never will. |
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