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$ |0 F+ N( \& c& [. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : f t! E+ j; d( f3 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! p6 v. T8 n" T0 J, C$ ~" c' U& I1 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t0 r+ x; h4 z% `5 L% XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ z, ?7 H7 T/ |$ b7 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. G9 o/ f F0 x+ [" s. R! ~( I" f
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 V. s9 Z& R) C0 _! r9 x/ }How you tried to set them free,
2 K; H- h2 ?* R" ?: j0 T, lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 s9 H9 m1 C0 v# B5 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 h/ L X s2 |& c! I( J9 ]; e- VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L3 Q, E4 t' b! c1 v7 J8 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
`& L0 ~& M8 |( g; ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 i1 ~. B7 f- m j0 V$ G* P. MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Q; M/ l6 Y; JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : o; g/ X& k" T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 z$ H% `/ _2 |2 e ]) EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, C B2 W0 Y' T6 q5 |( Y8 w$ V7 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 M T5 K) s D7 w9 @8 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " Y8 ]4 t/ e, x( _( L. C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) H6 D1 P/ P% Y @1 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. q# K+ H2 y4 m0 t6 m* S% o- IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: P$ b) [7 u @/ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " Z: T/ g* A2 x1 P% J: C/ c, f1 B. i
How you suffered for you sanity,
( s0 ~ k% L/ u; BHow you tried to set them free,
7 p5 G% C; z+ _% P. ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
. X- F' Y* L) C& S9 d; v' W% OPerhaps they never will. |
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