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7 ?/ A5 s; l; q% D0 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( E/ @* x A" w6 ?/ h1 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 x. s/ {6 v0 U/ b* [) L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; w' f& F1 F) [) P) LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ M: Z" i, s4 C9 ?( a: ?) bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ~2 R9 N0 {3 o5 o# \( e# wHow you suffered for you sanity, $ Z3 t/ b0 S! D) |9 k, n
How you tried to set them free, 2 m& q3 K* U9 m" ]# x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & j; @0 k7 z3 `* {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' q1 y8 E3 R2 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( d2 A! b0 A, v9 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% b- M$ Z' u7 }8 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; P; r# f( }; e4 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 b- Z& J/ V. Z4 A7 K6 N2 L1 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' i1 m% B$ H% {4 w4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" i) C8 k+ X* ]7 m9 x5 @; P& }. iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 U2 `: M. Y7 {5 c5 `/ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / W: Z3 L; I4 \3 F! _2 t; j; W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 z( `! y6 C: J: \ G0 l% X$ r, Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% u x2 F0 W3 |! _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 W3 S3 j0 r* L: M ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ^: _1 s( a% |; F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 u$ c( z" n4 l1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,6 V; l# r3 C( M; A
How you tried to set them free, $ x* V- @4 M% B& d7 k, x: F% j b0 t0 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 p) M* }! ^0 f6 j* `+ r! `Perhaps they never will. |
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