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. K) r; {: B7 n a0 }3 |, oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 U1 t7 u5 ~" t: q7 Z! H" a$ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 b' b9 |! K) ~1 Q" \. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: I0 e" Z \! _/ ~$ U1 h$ X8 |1 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # n) G6 p- y' F' E' S O1 _. O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, k4 l* j! P4 ^6 T- X
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ~- M3 |0 ^! h
How you tried to set them free, 9 W- j% f/ B' n5 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , D0 y* W7 O( }" b# }! l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( R; V2 f2 F, v+ V$ _1 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 E5 i* F! @' B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + U5 l- `/ ]2 M2 W! k, R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) P% N& n E9 c C& [# uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' T: H" _( g/ Z. P7 \8 d2 \7 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * K% D1 N3 p) g, r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 ]- |! l0 @ O8 Y' K& X3 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 i5 U- z9 e. J9 m! w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 _) |& |, {9 U3 Y7 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ a/ t2 [& r7 w" |* i0 g1 L) I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 O1 s; R$ a% Z$ K5 i6 I8 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' b) A6 u$ q; S- B
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,
- a. H: t# }1 I: U2 y4 ~+ J. r$ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
) v7 H; O5 j5 {+ J. NHow you tried to set them free,
: X4 |& I8 ]9 w1 m# l% y9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' |- A/ b9 g9 i( o, B9 EPerhaps they never will. |
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