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2 F) A) k! J" U9 u: Z+ }9 I; e( yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) y; V I$ e/ F0 X" [: u. S7 d6 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & r6 l" F: y/ y0 R, E6 A/ _* B' V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; R: c; c7 }4 u& |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / e) @* X9 E1 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ e. M( n" ?- V7 M, H8 H: F0 F$ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# q3 h0 U7 N8 S& L7 w |How you tried to set them free, . {3 V5 _5 e- Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _* E$ Y; V0 J* H L8 k* m- J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 J. G+ p1 j& k- BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t& m2 e9 p: ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : g5 A6 A1 _/ O/ J6 ?
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, 9 V" d: l5 y, p* `* T, P7 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ P1 @- {* ~4 h* HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; V! k' _8 Y% j. N( M! A) d; h4 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 U$ s" d/ Q3 r$ c- eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 e7 B( O$ h2 W9 {) M9 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / g+ m, D: @1 ]2 N7 z; C, L& W h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 e7 n; q6 e6 e% X) U, z1 r m$ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 g6 C6 N/ u2 P; l6 D, `6 m p2 ~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,
5 j& Q/ Y1 v6 [! V7 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
?1 E" f ]2 u* y* x6 {How you tried to set them free, 1 `: U+ |; w% Y3 R7 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. N$ }8 u+ a S' Q. ~Perhaps they never will. |
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