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s* q: p1 U+ u# e7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& O1 Q1 t( ^5 n- z9 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( |7 ]& N- J1 l" Y, l$ D+ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) R: X6 {, M5 c4 Z/ e4 n( Z9 u4 ^7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" v$ @* L/ u) a- n; Z# }, F9 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 w$ s8 n e K6 B! kHow you suffered for you sanity, # D6 l( g( g. _
How you tried to set them free, 7 u ]$ F1 H3 B2 r% a3 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: b" q e6 y5 K* K: `4 _9 b2 i0 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! | V1 X* q% E, q# RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! u1 C* q" Y# f7 Z( HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- M0 e. U9 A, DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* N- E* k0 ]( I; K: oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ m# e+ K3 y( R( o8 L2 h- F# dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" g; o; U" p3 d' b8 U1 @; f' |. yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! D) h% h1 m- ?) |+ ~8 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ^$ J- U z' d9 e7 w5 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% x* L* b8 ~1 G' f* aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - v! `' M [: n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 v) M0 O! a8 o/ U" n) b& l' jThe 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, K& t8 J' O4 e* n0 R3 T
How you suffered for you sanity,9 L% g5 t! q: \5 X ]6 L6 F
How you tried to set them free, & e+ H9 z2 f' R+ X( d. ~0 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( T$ J7 w* \0 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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