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& T$ }0 Q! u8 N% I- ~. V1 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& G2 n: e, f9 i) iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' {+ X" W+ V4 \1 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 w* y, }% x( C0 i# ~9 u/ @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( U6 r/ F% O# J* Y- sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ r4 S0 _6 T" }) @+ o& x2 xHow you suffered for you sanity, : [1 f2 s5 I* O& z4 H
How you tried to set them free, & ]% p9 k) j6 F3 u5 T( p" _4 Q% z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 A2 N* R" k1 q5 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 [' E# J5 N3 W6 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 D& L/ A" Q9 x% cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, V6 d3 {' s% J Q1 l3 q0 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , \3 W7 W# k4 h4 ~, K* |' C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / k) f6 ^1 S6 D4 x" y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % l& R" S7 d c% A9 Y4 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 V6 \' }: Z2 c' A0 h, wBut I could have told you, Vincent, " c8 O3 D |/ h- v9 x4 v U. Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 c# y2 a7 c) Z S# p; C& x4 J& cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ }/ ?) r1 ~5 T; q9 x. G4 g# ~, S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# g/ x. S6 |. y6 i) z9 Q6 t) PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . A; Y6 @) d# G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. J' n7 [( s" P4 t/ C8 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
' Q2 u& k8 s5 XHow you tried to set them free, ' R6 b% M7 Z2 B# W) B3 H9 q# j m- X
They would not listen they're not listening still, . b/ f. P$ D3 \4 g/ J. d, S8 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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