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$ j4 k! o; J. l- U3 C7 Z1 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 O3 h' ?0 r. e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! l. [6 n( q9 A7 \" q% A3 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: j* f% Y6 M, O& hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & O& E5 u h- d2 [( z' K1 e% z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 K- a& U9 F. I! f
How you suffered for you sanity, ) K# q" j( B- y+ n2 |7 z! d
How you tried to set them free, ^6 A6 k9 J* A Y% V# i0 R; V" K0 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- r/ Y7 j" {; f$ yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 m- f9 \2 }! f) `. M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 g5 G0 g) Y" i& n0 E& O2 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 e% ? b1 H8 i# V- z6 H8 O, eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* s0 W2 v: n4 a% }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ ~! C8 d( Z- b2 m, W$ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 t3 I9 o3 O$ Z/ q8 p) a# Y7 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - M0 \3 G* D0 W* w/ [" r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 {/ v9 ]! y; e8 w9 m$ k% WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / B8 U. P0 o# F2 U5 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! _; r0 X% v# {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 p! j# _. f! V& }* B* I2 Y9 c; Q4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 d5 ^$ p$ Y0 a( Y
The 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, 3 f3 ~% _% J. o% v$ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
) G+ m) e, M. x$ d! ?: w+ ]How you tried to set them free, 6 Y1 Q+ {4 X% U( r, j
They would not listen they're not listening still, # s. i2 e! c# [2 y& _
Perhaps they never will. |
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