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" m$ f- X t9 r+ r7 A. jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% K6 ]% l/ p$ Z/ A. y! ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & `, S2 ?) t( C* U4 |! ]9 H, p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* A6 C7 J$ v' P, G/ f$ ^0 X6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! k4 ]4 A8 e! S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& X: ] P5 f" t3 e) j) Z+ p, v- W! L
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ~- v+ a+ A8 T2 N6 i! B; hHow you tried to set them free, , w0 e+ v/ @' [7 @0 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% J5 g. }# u* i. i, ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" j" S. ^% g1 e/ [6 I( k) CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ]6 g- B) W+ a$ y4 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . y8 L4 c! ^4 [; h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : J2 B2 A% w% e, `$ a/ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 y2 s4 g* W" V- v* { U' r4 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 E( l* ?; P- c4 y JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 p& ]" M) D' e& x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' z8 q1 m+ U. L7 T* h# n! G) ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* G c9 H+ K9 L8 L% E: ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 s, G: C# r9 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% I0 B: ^, S% z( a% FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 y* S) X9 @/ d8 K1 }! U9 e6 S1 eHow you suffered for you sanity,1 C6 u' w) o% D1 U& }
How you tried to set them free, # d* J5 f9 U \ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 }3 w0 D0 G3 P% i7 Z9 W X8 e# ZPerhaps they never will. |
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