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. k; B, z' n# L. M2 O+ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ?! s, a5 o; U+ N9 X& E% j: l' ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ U+ r) n/ L5 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ u6 H& B3 g6 A; mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # y; s% `/ \- n$ p5 \" I; a$ z) M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ? r4 R M# O3 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ? c5 |% D: H! YHow you tried to set them free,
# p; R7 _; w9 \& q9 A% gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 {( Z4 R5 k. E# TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 d7 a5 _# \- y) P, `! V! k' z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 n' G/ h7 ?* g, b! f4 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & [5 E' e6 g5 y) W: Y$ f5 ]4 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( d" | G) d E3 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ h6 W- `' I5 t( t7 E! }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( c3 E9 G/ [$ t( t9 f1 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * l; t: L, Z2 O$ s, \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; }/ b1 j% `( j. G7 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 O) ^5 l$ `4 _0 q0 ]5 L. F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 }: c% W5 L# W0 ?/ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. B6 y: u2 n! D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ H% K9 w3 d0 NThe 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, ( m" R" t' R1 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 @' ?! _2 V& Q' V- pHow you tried to set them free,
, O6 b, F. e# F5 P/ b. `" IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 `6 W; t* r! i* m; s
Perhaps they never will. |
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