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- d$ R1 d8 \0 }; I$ v8 J& |) bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 T7 E' p% J1 G; J; ~/ l uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( n. |; G. ^ {7 D, v' {0 f N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. d6 l" T- Y, O- g+ Y8 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: ]9 f3 M1 s# {1 V# X1 J7 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 K' e: y; V2 y5 w+ Q% pHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 \$ a, t( p* n7 H( H# V$ @
How you tried to set them free, 3 m* a' r& h1 H" o" y1 `- a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! }7 J+ Y: k% O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( C0 e7 F4 X0 N2 m. kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 l- h$ k9 J* j$ \8 \, Z( o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 U; w2 N( N' U0 }* n" s e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# _. W U) e, A7 T! iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Z: g [# M& A/ `2 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * {- Y! a6 x: e9 i$ \7 ^5 ~+ {5 f( Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a& D4 O4 r- E2 y5 P) E& O2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; B9 A% G, w( H8 d. G4 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 s& L+ Y1 `0 @+ WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 i, t G v& M1 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 l c! n4 s7 r% Q& iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 H# e+ c/ i( @$ t& R9 G- ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 p2 j9 {8 [+ P" y% w) n- t1 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H d6 U* n' g }How you suffered for you sanity,
- P2 u- A. p$ o0 c, @( M5 KHow you tried to set them free, H ?5 k7 K1 W# f6 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, d$ I* f+ y( y% K0 V: O1 u" LPerhaps they never will. |
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