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: T! E! P4 ~; V. m1 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + a' Q5 E+ a5 G" V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 z& `* l+ J0 r) RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, W7 h2 T: F6 V: KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ R8 A9 h3 e( i4 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 b5 a% Q2 }. Q2 w$ h/ y3 }; K. `
How you suffered for you sanity, % q8 G3 u+ T: F/ a% [. c
How you tried to set them free,
) S T5 O, g& x# {( w/ \5 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 x2 m$ M- U' x5 n) _& X m% \4 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( C' {( l# y3 N1 r% W( @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! B% o. J& m: T# q2 O% F0 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 _0 J1 _% B+ h6 d- ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. A% j& `: C7 Q# c; ]/ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( a6 `0 @" q% b4 T5 I& RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; L! Y( n! l+ ?( LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, q: N0 A# f U8 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, " w( a3 X9 D8 _) |% ]9 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) b7 u( x; v: y8 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( V8 f2 T* m! k: b! h1 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' T2 s: Q5 ~8 B7 i( P9 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# {& |# X+ L- t! E4 }7 j) CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' F$ C9 {# t! Y, d( ]+ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) D* ^, K* L& h' T7 a0 w6 VHow you suffered for you sanity,8 d5 ?2 }' S) J- z! A
How you tried to set them free,
7 _- }5 M, O# V3 H: c. [, \( g/ Q" |1 ^# gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* U8 W( W& }8 [" w/ `9 fPerhaps they never will. |
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