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1 ?# p6 P: W4 d# c9 M3 y3 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) h; ~) _% n7 F7 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( p3 k/ f! E6 Z. Y/ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" x, t$ G. Q, y0 e; mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. O c; P# G5 a/ x) ^8 L4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 ]0 ^& |) P0 w) L# h# K& m' K9 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 v, o+ V; O3 e7 L* JHow you tried to set them free, " ?; j5 x; F8 W( g5 n. d( J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J4 ]8 N" f$ m' {# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! o( l5 L4 }& O" t7 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! x* Z& `% Y9 }9 J: O4 l2 T+ k1 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 S5 y2 ]% j( K" p8 W7 O6 j4 R$ V7 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 \( h1 L! p& sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 }& D& I1 |" ` ~2 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V& L) S* q/ F. C* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 H: E0 C2 R$ R' G* h: E% z" L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ` [& ^9 l: b8 N5 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 t8 I, H, i* d$ k- C3 T* }) @. t4 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 D) Q* W' W6 ~9 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H" {0 w7 e4 q8 A* l1 ?1 v- KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & I2 P: N9 J4 e6 ^, y- Z! N) E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j A3 _' S* ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 d5 K" k+ S- h# y. ?+ v0 H4 d2 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ A( Y6 V9 M* Y- SHow you tried to set them free,
0 i% |4 W3 X: g4 g6 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 }# R& D5 V! A1 R' `. m" DPerhaps they never will. |
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