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4 c; p) V/ ]8 H* ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 @7 D2 \3 B' u6 C% aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ^ n$ _; e: o4 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ r6 G- D6 g% N7 c+ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& @" z* h$ D$ S4 m8 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% f6 b1 p1 d3 E7 T1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
- x# D8 [0 v0 @( IHow you tried to set them free,
2 f5 ^) [% d; \6 q' K; SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # b% L) P! l" k, ~& h R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 z! y1 g3 K+ M4 Z+ X. [! J2 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ?& w& d) w0 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 S; R- r' a7 h* V& q" O
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, & q# i4 v) D0 I0 h) _( P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + R1 c8 [+ e: U0 ^5 q& [" R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & [3 V, G F Y2 z0 G5 K/ U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ y+ G, Y( Q$ c' |" P4 E- x% O% z! OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 S" T; R8 c* _ I7 h2 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! Z) q" I" q8 Q' e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. C' ^; D2 `5 C) D' E. k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / j T" h1 B6 p" ] K
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,
: O7 q1 m5 o; W( MHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 n3 j) _1 x+ Q2 O+ t: _( ~* IHow you tried to set them free, % {' h7 ~+ ?; E" r K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 K4 x) l* Q+ U7 O8 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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