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# B. r2 w& k" DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j8 @4 t8 ]# m8 `4 p" m, dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
R& U7 J/ T0 b, u( S" l* UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# L1 c( I( c( h0 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . r+ O# {3 P( @7 Y( O6 @. ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ U6 E& ~% B7 \& @+ M ]& A
How you suffered for you sanity, + h* w! R5 c% g6 J& F
How you tried to set them free, ( f: I3 G* Y# q$ z- b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 \& S+ y, A2 R! XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O8 [( h9 s6 K" r! |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 j, D6 i9 s w W& I5 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " A$ H; H: G3 I" [: m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . e) @0 l% r4 U- k6 T! Y! b' U% O
7 c0 G8 s5 y+ H+ W+ Q8 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 u3 s+ U2 k9 B4 j, \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 h! \" j, g3 q( [1 D8 g( p; A! e1 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % W h3 y* q" q3 s& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 }! z8 M& a9 P3 ?$ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: z/ j+ g+ x( m" t9 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) u2 v+ l; \$ f8 f6 @$ ?6 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 |6 \4 s1 f8 M1 R3 l( F# Z5 e9 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 q; P+ ~2 d' K. |
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,
7 C) ^* ~$ S( H& g% \How you suffered for you sanity,- r/ L6 u: U1 J( K& |. t4 E1 c
How you tried to set them free,
( I U g. S7 R( ~2 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 R: I& [2 @( S5 I2 E! i
Perhaps they never will. |
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