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9 R( T& A% m; Y* |# tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % v8 ^( t9 u& G2 r% x& u7 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. d. H2 D8 @8 }2 e' CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 c% H2 W$ S( fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 f: B. ?9 Z/ w) K% _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# R: l2 X( O/ j7 EHow you suffered for you sanity, + t1 g: ~& {* M- s$ }
How you tried to set them free,
; T: A# |! m5 S: \7 B- S1 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! } R- C+ y; u* cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . N; v8 H9 e2 D+ ~. V. C' x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % {" G! h1 w5 u% J6 [' l h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ T- V S& E8 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' ~& E" x# Y, T3 c( ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 V$ W+ U0 v. `/ X5 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ T" N$ t7 z5 Z. l. _. oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 X, ]( h8 @* h* u" x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 F: G' J3 ~ @( P$ s( FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 J* W) Q# U9 ^0 V6 F2 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * z% ^4 @+ A0 L g3 v% l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I$ z* R" h( z3 T1 v2 L( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; \2 X3 y; u6 d7 Q9 U5 }4 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. C$ `5 G$ y7 w+ z' ?& P# Y
9 K/ L X$ p# ?( D' s+ e7 @7 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 K6 A4 ^5 d5 f) nHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ~7 I8 L1 h& Q: m* u; Z4 CHow you tried to set them free,
, }7 |" k3 n( A+ F2 [8 e6 y5 F! T DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 J# O- G: `/ G. JPerhaps they never will. |
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