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- V. @! a# d. l- TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 s. H0 U; r' X6 A* |- e2 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' x. {' [* ^: O$ p! T+ ^- @, t: uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, G7 e! ~+ y( R0 |; S" m' j+ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# i9 H1 W; u6 \2 {: |5 y9 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) }( o, T- b; E6 Q! N" }
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ |) `2 ?+ a% o8 n2 L' wHow you tried to set them free, ; ?) x$ B! q: j, N0 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; q0 E9 H/ T$ N _4 S+ I$ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) F# @" t% e/ H5 {" \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 G* S/ t& [- S) r3 K5 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * _/ Q( V; o3 l
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, 4 t" b! F; N" r4 W8 H" G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 W+ z; |3 }; ~; ^3 L& D9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) f2 c, Y) v, u" O) U/ [But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 @' @2 l" g7 D( }/ v& y2 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. G6 ~# g# m9 \. }7 c5 S( H u( c6 \+ }: OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% J; i: O h0 Z" C& ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ W3 {9 l6 a. X# o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 J. z! r: W1 |! J9 v& A" H/ @6 j- tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 }6 p1 T1 P+ E" _( V9 Z- jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 F: A" i- Z, v/ L. d9 t
How you suffered for you sanity,% c; c, a$ f) n2 ~( o/ j
How you tried to set them free, ( K& {* v% \3 M A/ [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 ]1 [: f1 n' t+ l0 u6 o; B
Perhaps they never will. |
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