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2 m {" N! j* T6 C5 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * b" t9 | b" ^# {) j* V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ j" A! ^$ R& g! O1 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," l; n G- l. @/ X5 W5 O8 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 v6 u- l+ e2 e. h" b, m L- v, YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' u) Y3 j% Z- g; y4 _/ FHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 G+ c( ]0 W! @! w1 _- }1 t
How you tried to set them free,
0 C1 F+ c! `2 L6 l" M* lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Y$ V+ }: L2 L, X% T$ u2 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 M; s/ h0 U: I4 w' i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Z' _8 @( ]9 J1 E4 j2 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, U' K1 U7 ~! d+ }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f8 y+ W1 b' |% L% D/ Y0 v4 |+ T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
R. s1 z9 U) [% {8 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ I- Z- V. I! I2 D0 v0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 |+ z2 w2 y- p) ~( u4 D- p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f& a' Q6 J4 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + D& X: z5 n& j% `0 t! X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 N$ B; K; O" _# @# ]" `) n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' }/ Y8 n, b7 ~3 q% J5 B& iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ~0 j- X0 D1 n7 D( |% p0 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; f _7 V+ u; g' a( z7 I4 b5 y3 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p4 R9 m3 w3 E' |5 s# z' iHow you suffered for you sanity,
* M( d' V0 o: B4 r$ |How you tried to set them free,
' _( F) N$ q3 I2 C: uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ R$ u9 }; R/ x" Q9 XPerhaps they never will. |
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