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3 ^% ~) N! a9 m I) M2 [0 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 I2 Q7 {5 I6 G& K8 ^- i( pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & l; E0 G# i$ X# y3 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. j* J5 L9 M5 f! C o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 I6 L$ a& p2 G1 Y* p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! {. m. ^# [5 u( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H9 E6 n {( J: W9 t5 z, T/ [% W7 YHow you tried to set them free, 8 T9 ]( p* l- Q$ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 l4 d1 _3 D% E" |: H$ W1 p9 M* SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& @! d/ {5 B1 }% }) D2 Q: P3 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. u' ^: H* N( H g0 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & J+ R7 X7 G; N+ N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# ~, P' v, h7 W0 ^% H _3 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 @9 K( L4 l* _. k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 F- U3 A; ^& L" T/ Q3 |7 A. L$ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, @8 i) @# V9 ^( y- {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z; ?% ?! V! |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 H ^, ^4 ?- I+ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 b$ @- [& A g+ o0 ?4 o& C. [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: i+ |$ n: \; ?0 F, y4 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! t, s; z+ S8 S8 h+ [) W7 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& |( _% W0 S" I2 d1 E' s$ FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " j' d7 G$ K& D1 f4 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 F) t. x+ d# W4 K( i' G( h( n8 qHow you tried to set them free,
& F) e/ s) ^ j! p. U) b/ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 l0 q6 c) M0 a3 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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