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4 ?# \5 Q" o: Y2 s8 G- Z; h3 |! L1 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' a' y: e5 |1 h, n" w3 p* u* c% E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# I( }) N9 v a5 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! O; Z' X7 r- E! z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# O/ i( U, K7 N8 e" PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' V3 D& E7 e. }& U6 FHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 K! Z1 V. w9 [, J0 G5 }
How you tried to set them free, " u8 \% M( w/ G4 D3 l, A+ Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) t7 n0 S* Q+ R* ?5 {. @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / t8 v( t |" U; i) x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ]/ _5 \! e$ [( o) T! k1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M, g( B7 a7 I; c+ f# c4 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& ?" j# T% \9 P& C% ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: q" s/ C/ Z5 I2 o5 ^1 f. ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * l1 A4 ]) ]) X, w9 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - d: l' x! d% S4 j6 b- P
But I could have told you, Vincent, , S8 y6 J6 f2 W4 I2 |; d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- ?- _9 z; Y" EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 E1 [% l1 d3 t9 N" _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) k; P3 }; E/ j. z6 U8 o: Y2 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- P/ y2 ^; s$ o8 I& R0 Q5 V1 X1 K" {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; R' v5 ?6 N6 ?: x3 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! u1 u/ ~* @: H* j& o% rHow you suffered for you sanity,
; o, l9 L4 C! J6 G5 G; aHow you tried to set them free, 9 D' C1 N- Y5 o4 ]0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ^- w% ~, L7 Q. |& J
Perhaps they never will. |
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