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2 J5 ]! X' q4 x' J+ m- `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Y+ N, i. a7 e, ~2 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 T. J( t! ], B. k( N/ @( t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, q$ Q1 e9 s* R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 o4 V, I/ i Z# |9 l' y- F) c" {$ ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ j. R/ ~' u2 f: _& SHow you suffered for you sanity, * B7 S! n9 @& K5 t0 C& @- G
How you tried to set them free, ( z& [. G. L5 ~ B- n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% f6 a5 p* i% {/ N g6 K( HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & w+ ]1 v4 B. U* T- i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : g m u# o1 ?4 I9 ?2 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) `6 Z5 m& i! y4 M" v5 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & c. K; i6 i" |. D5 W t2 t' i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ]- X7 V* x6 E7 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U) U2 @+ S$ v* X9 H# }* s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. u0 z2 H& S; \0 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
^ T/ M4 x8 T" WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 ^+ t) R8 K$ y, X4 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ~7 p7 n7 {9 v9 M5 h: N0 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" }' v3 r, O* z, G! B+ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 F6 |/ v! ?+ J9 n: E% S! s$ L3 A
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,
6 c, u" b& D0 x7 f& t. kHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]5 t. w9 N# P4 X6 H7 n3 j- XHow you tried to set them free, # U7 Y& i, Q& ^6 \: ~+ b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- N/ e% H; H* W9 n# Q; ePerhaps they never will. |
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