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! v1 c3 U6 }& f" ?- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J p- L4 ~6 P4 o6 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; K! ^3 i5 \5 j/ ^2 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- W2 W- b7 A( K" ~, I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; Q0 r! p2 S+ y9 X' W" e7 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 L4 c! \+ @; K$ U3 |How you suffered for you sanity, * o0 ?: L$ q% a0 t t2 f: i0 d* z
How you tried to set them free,
0 C0 L! m7 o6 \8 Z0 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& u4 i$ ? ~0 k- e8 f, PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 @# a" @, f: o5 Z7 H4 P0 b; w! F kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ O% ^/ i; M8 U% T! UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # x+ q' i5 Z. R6 E7 w& ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 N6 u+ H# B7 K4 v% N; W, E! kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 D6 O* e. k, c, F# R- G2 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p; ?7 z9 X/ G8 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 V, b# D4 v0 K# E) ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
. g8 K4 X, k. f( o' xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- A* h. G0 V* ?4 @- \: c' xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ z; x' M5 T2 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 o& {( }* q( P u+ T, [+ S C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; g; H8 \1 O8 ~) UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) [- Y' |1 T$ d" R! ?' I' `; V& E6 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% U3 D3 W# K* T( _+ I& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
" H6 X: i1 W8 K8 C. i8 N- ZHow you tried to set them free, / t; p' D7 O. k5 U5 W, N
They would not listen they're not listening still, I/ {! H. `: ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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