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1 g* Z1 b/ m. e1 H& x2 w4 k9 j0 C( eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 W9 w( t0 t' ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ l6 {7 p4 [3 h: D0 {0 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, d$ |! L- q/ [3 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! h# V3 N9 m i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 }0 z' J/ I' g8 Q& \5 \1 U+ bHow you suffered for you sanity,
% R2 q6 J: Q2 s* B5 J& v" `How you tried to set them free,
+ _" B5 ]: B$ X! w" l; B$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: T. f/ d7 y. \% w9 _ V# hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k, N7 P0 c. M( B5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' f5 Y8 S& c* j0 w: w( r: Q- wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + f- y: i- w. L$ T; S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 d8 d' ^ g) N4 y' @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & ^. W9 B& S# u6 R' K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 S/ k$ A8 D% a5 j* [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* _" h: X }( t. ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, # M9 K% d* l( b- M" \* n- @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " W$ n/ \/ L2 p+ f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, P4 |' j/ S+ k9 a+ f: x' v/ mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" F' z4 D8 ?/ B3 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 h d) Y% a$ {: W" l; v# EThe 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,
, x/ S# N& i, iHow you suffered for you sanity,7 S# b" S& R" k" V3 V& j# u Y
How you tried to set them free, 9 ]! R5 W/ D5 `8 k& W' ]: f \+ Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 h4 n6 b& R# }
Perhaps they never will. |
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