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/ z# y8 Z9 k* D# q5 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 J, g* r" n5 a1 y4 c' PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * o+ V: w, \+ K2 c9 g3 {0 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' |9 x/ o5 Z( g1 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# X0 i$ K! _ y5 D7 b/ dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 {; A: Q; W9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 B9 M: p' ^7 P- ~. zHow you tried to set them free, ) |4 \8 G& U; Q3 Y. x5 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * L" [- j- L% j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ~8 x, s" j. C' \ j% L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) A5 S' q- ~0 L' D- \) ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, E+ [$ \, b# L- L0 o# a: BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! q {6 n; W8 v( S+ m, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: k3 V$ w6 L* |: kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # I4 m9 d7 N# p/ F, `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 D7 v2 t9 ~+ ~& P G% O1 tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S" P; M" ?. n" D, d/ b+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* @) q6 |: m1 M0 r& E, IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 N( L9 l2 V8 `" H" iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 m" ]' ^" A7 u( NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 @/ z+ u E* Y$ b8 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \( F0 c+ V* R, p9 ~
0 |8 O% p: x$ X# j9 ?4 |* u; jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 \4 s# S* Q* P' L, v8 k% p
How you suffered for you sanity,. |1 A( L5 n% v2 p; }$ p- K
How you tried to set them free,
) f c3 r- T9 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, / Z4 u% [8 h* l; b; `# C2 Q: q! G$ Q) F
Perhaps they never will. |
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