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# f- c: H; p, s% i" _& U9 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - j: {7 @2 g: L3 o7 n& _+ |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 y. J, W/ I" e8 A' zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! }7 ?) K5 Y2 y- n7 S5 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& z; T1 |8 Y* }9 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' z- l& [6 j& o2 ?2 B ]' ~ X, j
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ A; n: _+ G5 ]How you tried to set them free,
3 g- ]6 Y+ S4 T* X: W4 J2 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) C8 q& u* d) ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 E# W9 E, J4 H. i1 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & P8 w1 s& G( d) z- k' E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 [! Y. h S1 F2 E# K3 y* fWeathered 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,
1 d1 E% H7 Z$ \* a1 J3 w4 F8 J$ y( tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, ?( ]- w* [' k ^5 q# }You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Y; x6 }( y2 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 H2 f' i' B5 l4 d* p$ r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 ~) Y5 o" ^! k9 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" T6 X4 a- U5 k+ a7 u8 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; n, K; ^. W0 {- Z1 E2 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ @7 o! Z: c$ H9 Y% {& PThe 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,
: |7 V) w- c7 @) N7 }How you suffered for you sanity," k& f5 c! P2 z/ k2 j& c
How you tried to set them free, # u9 G7 P, w" h. |7 x2 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. P4 s1 L" W9 mPerhaps they never will. |
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