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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ?- ~+ C& M* h6 K' l( \0 s1 p' ?; \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' z7 z* M; h. G) }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 L0 H: L0 C8 W, c; k) T- ^9 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% C/ S4 @0 J" i. K9 Z2 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me, {" [& z# T7 j4 Y* ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ) v6 C0 N! u4 `( a, ^3 {( R4 M
How you tried to set them free,
& j$ w0 G' z" MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 N& D v# B( ^, w' Q( q4 c/ x) dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& _2 B' R- i: [( x4 }- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 n4 O3 C/ K( ?5 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ?4 h) I! k0 w; e8 K! m7 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 s( k' e# D1 U+ i' f$ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' A+ F5 x. i8 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. D U& G( m4 Q: F; u aBut I could have told you, Vincent, % Z8 z1 I# H/ W; `3 a9 Z5 ^1 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 l* c2 c, o7 t/ jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- r" d ^6 S+ j& q2 V) M* j/ D3 s. HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: r+ j1 k! }7 M$ I/ H2 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% R( s& q! M0 Y1 E& B8 f2 e+ n7 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 z$ e4 I# b" R+ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
" D0 J0 ^% l+ K$ w+ O+ ^How you tried to set them free, ) r+ ^4 v- z; V3 g1 E, s
They would not listen they're not listening still, , j2 Z0 L$ T9 c8 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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