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# H2 a1 S+ }# d, \0 `+ \9 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 t8 x* I* a& i; n7 }$ M4 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# p; W D. j' } V: o' B; f' W! rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 A$ h* |: T' A" _$ E5 t) D# s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & `2 K; r t% }9 M! j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% l1 P$ [0 K, G# S t' rHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 U( Y' F) L$ }3 f
How you tried to set them free, * X' y0 p' V, Z t" l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 b5 M( U9 _% o- R# i; IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! O( l* b0 F: K" |9 u* p: G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" G7 m# Z1 z) O+ h& fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 w) C3 m' I0 }* w: o) y
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,
7 K8 \ \& c3 @5 }( X* C( v, Z' FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 J8 r8 P1 B. V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
P1 ` m/ ~% z! VBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( i6 b: L8 W* [3 E7 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, l9 w) u7 n9 A1 T: P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * H2 { d: S3 f: F! Z6 N% [$ g u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 p( X$ T" s( c$ `5 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . `- S' n( J) ~: b+ i; K! ?
- Y& T9 U5 \1 g! c! ]. _. R$ V0 a LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 `" Z8 V2 b% s6 x$ n* lHow you suffered for you sanity,/ o! d0 N: l/ J2 z; a+ q# O
How you tried to set them free,
3 D; w ]8 ~ n# R$ C, ]0 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, / c% `5 a. O% r! i
Perhaps they never will. |
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