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* F* d$ |& ~: U; VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) K B5 y: ^. t! s0 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) f7 [5 N0 E9 \2 B6 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ X- `1 S% u2 C# @$ v( cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ @4 x4 ?: ?2 ^6 N" W& p8 k3 I+ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 V0 o) g/ l+ g
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 _6 x, A* D9 ^$ P5 ZHow you tried to set them free, , n' T' f. y- ^6 \4 K8 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ X7 V* q" ^6 v$ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Q; w7 N/ W# S; {3 K4 J4 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ]4 R( y; H! L$ T5 U) hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 i" \ G! S/ d+ _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- {- s1 [0 }) W1 o& [- y0 }% `; @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* T, S8 X7 l! I& O v1 a$ S, i5 F: D" \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! X7 E4 Z4 N9 ?1 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; y0 F4 d8 R8 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: T2 _5 u! d" _, o3 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 }! F! t% m: l" G- X2 ~6 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! [7 L6 a+ q- pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 }- \2 n6 I# H( L4 A c6 T8 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' w1 U5 {3 s" \* O6 u( Y5 X8 ?2 d
The 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, 7 V, g: r- X; I0 [) Q: }5 t+ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; B- V9 s- h! N6 |1 T; eHow you tried to set them free, % b* @/ b9 j1 o J4 H: w( w
They would not listen they're not listening still, " L9 j; M( z5 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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