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# D- C4 y0 I7 f/ \5 M" z EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' c% O" O# b% N% t4 t, e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" u. Z, F- S! lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) @; [; L; b( h! w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 h5 O; t& Z2 X- v& S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( o1 a4 g& B; K5 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ |" F0 m, |# G0 N+ F5 U5 gHow you tried to set them free, + J4 W/ M6 n5 P' h6 O/ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % V9 R! F0 j. y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / B$ c. a" u& l' m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 k" P# S5 }$ L3 V; `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ T1 W+ I2 v' }+ ?$ f2 b+ ^* W$ [9 w' ?+ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . d1 n1 j! b3 U. c% Z) R
3 {" Z$ X. W* ]- DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, o6 A: M |4 o5 U" ^) [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " E0 F; ^/ k$ \7 U( m1 }3 T' w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + ^9 V( I& Q2 I' K; F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y- s! l( x! \9 X0 x/ d* [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" U) ~. h) A+ [2 f9 x. F0 B0 R; ~9 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * q I1 G' l A, Z- x+ C) s j' V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# V) O; n# K5 J% J% a/ h* iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ]# ^+ q0 \# r0 G7 o9 |0 D1 g/ a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D8 N$ D9 S7 N; IHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 T7 b% G7 t/ u f, Z2 L, B) GHow you tried to set them free, * _5 J% S% r3 z: J9 S! ]- |
They would not listen they're not listening still, + A+ d A$ m0 H* \: C, W
Perhaps they never will. |
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