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4 t" \! Z& `0 b3 T; y) d8 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, c4 h. Q9 W E* zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p; T: P0 x# F; {2 U: u3 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ w3 b2 w6 } B" b5 D8 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . I% c; J( v7 g N) o( n! U5 o6 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; ~$ V( p/ [% ? b. ~9 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 D& T0 l4 _ f: j' v* q$ hHow you tried to set them free,
" u: A! i, `1 |9 a# M- s2 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' A8 W7 n( p6 |* L% \1 x/ t* hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) k$ b5 P( b4 o- {; D5 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # \- W1 U6 O9 p- `4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) m4 o8 ], {; h& D6 i
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, " O& G3 e, B: {* L; {0 X) I- n1 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, K; f( R; j0 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# K3 _* ^/ r2 T8 K; qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 F' y7 Z# C* \+ c. }1 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 |9 G( q) _8 ^7 K4 I) I: XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % `+ S* u# c4 |+ u. o/ u1 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " [5 O+ i$ V- d: q' ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 v! B' m. K3 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 w R' G R* A1 W. _How you suffered for you sanity,
; v: I# [3 i$ K" kHow you tried to set them free,
9 r5 {" I! g. I, r4 |9 C/ K. W0 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, / n5 p( w% \+ f# B# [( |+ {' x+ f, ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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